Waves

I couldn't even see
the deep grave of the sea.
I just were there,
standing in front of the waves
looking through my tears.

Remembering every sound,
every touch,
every word
that make me feel better,
but not her.

I needed to be
far apart from that city
that hurt me so.
I needed to enjoy the silence
looking the black.

Just seeking.

But I couldn't find
the boat
that should help me
to cross the ocean.

That hateful
and big fucking ocean.