I loved you,
But you let me down,
Then I had to turn around.
The sharktank shells chew my spine,
Raw reminders of a perilous shipwreck goodbye.
When we were like canvas art constant and priceless,
But oh, the high octave ocean song  is so quiet, doll.
It returns us to dusty ****** foam,
Dust, stealthy, and androgynous and,
Like a lovesick lighthouse vast and
Alone.