She knew the dark alleys of his heart
She knew no longer her name was etched
In ivory light.
She knew bidding adieu was like
Closing the door of her sand made castle
With an iron bolt.
So she sat and watched the waves
Counting the numbers as they come
Drowning a single memory
With each one.
And, countless they were
(but so were her chimeric dreams)
Finally, she stopped, but the waves did not
In her bleeding heart!
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