Yamit

I named you for the sea
But the tides were strong
And I lost my grip

The swells called you, not me
We hadn't waded for long
Before your foot, it slipped

Seems you were never meant to be
Just my soul's sad song
As my heart, it ripped

Listen, to the birds fly
Close your eyes, feel the waves roar
Will they throw you back
Or will they ask for more

Little Rose Magazine