The sea has a way of forgiving without apologizing for anything. She swims far from humanity yet she invites us in, she pulls at our sands and it lulls us to relief while offering sustenance and cold, sweet belief - but when she wants us out, she throws us like ships, pieces of a hard-lost board game, and if we try to resist her, she takes us in, and she apologizes, but does not forgive us.
For my darling, the sea.
Could this be the very sea that carries me from poem to poem?