day, break

In front of her, the horizon
Painted blue for the night
Now brushed with first purple
Then pink, orange, yellow
The sun’s artistry magnificently marking its sky canvas
Clouds appeared, white wisps in intensifying color.
She was oblivious to the creation appearing before her,
Focusing instead on her bare feet
Pressed into the dispersing sand
Pulled down by retreating tide
Disappearing and reappearing in waves,
Becoming a part of the shore.
Tears streamed from her eyes
Combined themselves with sprays of salted sea
Stopping at her parted lips
And lingering there.
She tasted them
Finding it fitting that it was bitter
Like her betrayed heart
That willingly loved him
And still does