The Salute

The sea breeze brushes against her face
It causes her hair to dance freely in the wind
The tide flows forwards with force
And then it comes to a halt when it reaches the shores
It dances, it plays
It spins, it twirls
The tide gently tickles her feet
Hundreds of people lay on the beach
Yet she could not feel more alone
With a seashell in her right hand
She expresses her final words in the sand
The howling wind sings out to her
She raises herself up with all her strength
And throws the seashell to the side
She slowly makes her way out
Deeper and Deeper depths she reaches
There is no hesitation, none whatsoever
She is no longer a figure in my eyes
Just a tiny spec out far at sea
I could not even contemplate
The thought to move an inch of my stiff body
Nothing
Or anyone one could save her now
I ran forwards almost tumbling over my tangled feet
Her last words imprinted on the sand
"The first to call my name
And take me for who I am
I'll be forever lost at sea
Because no one gave a damn"
The boat sounded its horn
As if to salute her, to mourn her death
And just as a tear fell down my from my eye
The words were washed away from the sand
But nothing could erase them from my mind
I looked up at the skies as I walked away
and asked God, Why must it have been me?
Couldn't bear to go back to those shores
For I knew there was a girl lost deep at sea.