The ocean breeze whips my skirt against my legs
Only, at this point, even my favorite place in the world
can't mend what has been broken inside of me.

I walk into the cool waves
they foam about my ankles, wetting the ends of my skirt
I stand there for what seems like eternity
the tides come in, water reaching to my knees.

The sun sets and everything becomes unbearably cold
I can't stand here, listless, forever.
(although I wish I could)
My feet move, taking me to the boardwalk.