You come and you go like a temperamental tide. A slightest change in wind you quickly retire.
Back within your darkness, the stillness and the cold. All for what reason? A freedom so called?
As you pull back into your distance I'm left to stand knee deep. My dress dancing upon the surface of the water you keep.
My arms drop to my sides and my hair sticks to my lips. The ones that you deserted, the ones you could have kissed.
I don't cry for you. I donβt bother to wave. I was your choice to run It was mine to stay.
As the moonlight draws my face upon the black canvas of your night. I stare in total awe. In surrender. You will not find me later. In case you feel you were wrong. For the same tides that saved you, will wash my footprints gone.