Tonight is the new moon.
No light is cast upon
the shore and the seals
howl like banshees in the black
water, but their cries cannot be
heard over the whistling winter
winds.  She walks slowly, leaving
no footprints behind her.
A ghost of who she once was.
The salty air rushes across her
skin. With each breath she cleanses
her soul, and exhales him from her
bones.  She slowly comes to life
on the abandoned shore, as the seals
glide in and out of the black waves,
watching her and the moon
change phases.