I am not sure I was ready for you to leave
Maybe I wasn't ever ready for you to begin with
And I find myself asking, do the sandy beaches on the coast
Ever get used to the waves departing
and leaving them to pull themselves together again and again?
Would it be so bad if you had lingered?
If your waters enveloped me completely
I would have welcomed you into my lungs
Because what was mine was always yours
And what was yours was never mine
Just like the beach is just a beach
Forever waiting for the tide
Thank you whoever wrote this.