Blue Hour - A poem about grasping onto sadness

Sitting by the ocean

Watching the water

I whisper my oath

The tide went it

And it went out

And you were gone

The wind wrapped my finger

I can’t cry, I can’t show tears

'Cause the sea can only 

Handle so much blue

Before it floods

You cannot control when life takes something or someone away from you. You also cannot suppress your sadness about the sudden changes. You also cannot look the other way, at the shadow that smells so familiar, but so rotten.