the phrase
'moving on'
doesn't quite put it,
when you're stuck on a boat
tucked into an empty shore.

despite the clear day,
my heart still looks for you
in the hot, painful, specks of sand
and in the softest waves of calm,
my heart still aches for you.

how can i move on,
when you never left?
you anchored me down
and yet the mention of you lifts me up,
in ways no wave could ever do.