The Drown Woman.

As you drift away on the sea of memories

I run along the shore and shout that I love you

But slowly you slip away

And in spite of life’s frantic pace

I intend to recover some lost ground

And yet from time-to-time I still tend to sink back into the flowing liquid

As unless I do, I feel, I will undoubtedly drown into the sea of memories

When I last saw you I hesitated to leave your side

As it did me good to hide my face into your blouse

For my eyes had become far too disfigured with both regret and love

Thankfully for both of us the sea of memories is filled with forgetfulness

As unless it was we both certainly should have drowned in it