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Have you ever said goodbye
To someone sailing?
Watched as they waved from above
You on the ground firmly
They slowly drifting away?
At first the loss is profound
But as your friend recedes
It is pretty
It is simple
And it is
You walk away
Taking glimpses over your shoulder
The ship a tiny dot on the horizon
Then gone.
Leaving you with a plain truth.

It is when the clothes, a perfume bottle, a book
Wash ashore
With a quiet tide
That you can begin to collect yourself.
Walk inland.
The cuff of your pant
The hem of your skirt
Wet with memory
Wipe your feet of sand.
Knowing there will always be the residue of the sea
On your ankles.