It Would Be

She felt the rough, itchy sand left on her toes
Enough time had passed for the moisture to go
She kept walking
It wasn't time yet

Her freckled arms began to burn from the excess sun
Enough time had passed for the tears to be done
She kept breathing
It wasn't time yet

For when she looked over shoulder to the glistening sea
With the wind and waves crashing less violently
She remembered her love
But it wasn't time yet

One day, she swore, she'd come here again
In search of the sailor, when her life was done
She'd join her love
It would be time

She'd walk slowly along to the end of the pier
Tie a stone to her ankles and throw it down there
She'd stop breathing
It would be

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