Shore-gazing, Longing

Daphodille

I sit by the grey ocean,

Salty as my tears.

An eerie calm has settled,

Not a single wave appears.

Saturated frames of summers past,

Fade into rusty silver hues.

Started as two runaways,

Got lost in the palest blues.

Familiar rocks, once warmed by sun's embrace,

Stand sharp, cold, and unforgiving.

When all is said and done,

Perhaps our story lost its living.

Now on my own Odyssey,

The waters took me far from you.

You still hold the key,

If only I believed you would remain true.

Published in Issue No. 6, Scriba Vita, March 1st, 2025.

Daphodille, a sociology student and a girl of many thoughts.