Ebb

The tide dwindled as it returned to sea
Baring the shores when the water ran dry
Just like my crushed heart when you walked away
Left with nothing, not even tears to cry

The ocean receded farther away
Exposing the ugly things underneath
Just like my broken heart, a castaway
Washed out and uncovered without its sheath

The water subsided, gone so shallow
Weakening the life that was left behind
Just like my shattered heart hit with a blow
Defeated and abandoned in my mind

The tide might be at ebb and be so low
But it will rise again and start to flow

Photograph: Low Tide at Bowling Ball Beach, Point Arena, California
© Alex Baranda
http://www.alexbarandaphotography.com/