If I was capable of tears

    i would weep oceans

The love I had I sent away

    the right thing to do

Also the wrong thing

    an untenable position


My heart empty

   i go to the ocean

Sip on a single malt

   write a note

Throw it in the ocean



The world  

   a cold, cruel place

To many lovers

   not enough love

Faces with no names

   one face sticks out

One face one memory

The world 

   a cold cruel place


Sitting on the beach

   watching the sunrise

A bottle floating

   as the tide comes in