windswept into the tide
she wished she hadn't bothered
she wished she hadn't tried

she knew that it could happen
that he could sail away
from her
she wished the tide remained static
that things remained as they were

but they erode and they age and they change
until only the fingerprints
left on her heart
remain

i have fallen behind with posting
the poems after a sort of sucky weekend...
i don't think i will try to catch up...
i will just keep labelling them for what
number i'm at.