She's brushed against those pebbles
Those sinking fragments of once solid builders mean nothing but sand
Between her toes
Broken like the promise he washed
Out like the green hollow eyes
Of empty beer bottles.  
She kisses her hands on its cap
And throws the stars of plankton
Wishing the oceans did not have a chance to play with her empty hollow heart.  
Out goes the tide
Like a slow dance
Out goes the bottle

He lost it all with a shot
Out goes the chance
He messed it all up with schnaps
Out goes his soul
Out goes the dry inks
Hope.  
Out goes the only humidity
Tears create.  
Out goes her hope
Like a proven mermaid.