The breeze brushed her hair,

as she sat on the docks of the ocean

watching as the waves climbed up the rocks

as her love, her care casts itself farther away from her


As she turns to walk away from the edge, as her black dress slips

effortlessly into the darkness

she hears her name, but she has heard it too many times to want to listen to the voice calling.

she keeps walking further into the darkness


Her hope had been lost,

her care no longer lived,

and as for her love

she had none left.

the light she once felt was gone

it was cast away like everything else.


like her love,

her care,

and the only hope she had ever felt and will ever feel again.

and yet when she turned back to the dock,

the black waves still climbing up the rocks.

the dock still rotting from age,

and her still standing,

letting the darkness consume her.