I want to tell you a story about a girl and the sea
but no matter how I begin it
I end up talking about him and me
and I’m brought back to that February day
where it ended – my time spent alone with him
and yet he cries cause he misses it
and every harmonic makes me think of death
how he punched until I had no breath left
and how much energy it took to whimper the word
STOP
I’d rather talk about how I held my breath watching
you disappear into the waves
talk about how you plucked the ivory treasures from the floor
those endless sandy walks finding the sea glass you adore
marvel that you really are so brave
instead of feeling like he’s marching me to my grave
I want to tell you a story about a girl and the sea
but no matter how I begin it
I always end up talking about him and me