Why does it even matter
if I still breathe in
the salty air rolling off
the sea of your discontent?
Should I slip gracefully
into the dark water knowing
I’m sure to be shred upon
the jagged shore?
Am I to dye the foam cap
red with the warmth of vein,
knowing the tide would
wash guilt away?
She eclipsed what warn
the lighthouse cast toward
my soul filled schooner.
I was lost in the last stretch
of homeward voyage,
and the wreckage was lost
to the tide.

~LDM (Her Fog)