Doomsday

I pull the waves, they tug on me; I pull the waves, they tug on me.

I stare out through the mist and blue, I await a land come shining through; If the land is true then maybe, too, are memories of you.

I reach and retch across the sea, hating the sand beneath my feet; so far for so long and love so long unsung, I curse the earth and curse the sea for stealing you away from me.

Did I sink to the sand or turn my back? I only know my mind is trickling between the cracks.