I watch the waves move up and down
I ask is life just a series of questions?
Do the waves that we so readily wish to wash away our problems
just as easily bring in more than we bargained for
from an ocean filled with trash society didn’t take the time to properly dispose of?
The feeling of sorrow he had
as she pulled his trust into the sea
The insecurity ripped off with her shirt
as she plunges into the water
body meeting body for the first time.
When will the sorrow felt by the widow for the life she forgot
with her husband
hit my unburdened feet
so newly set free from troubles
and like the sand thrown at my legs after the tides have pulled it from under my soles
bring pain?
The pain I was readily abandoning
when in truth 
I had never known what it was to begin with.