sometimes love is sad

Torrents of rain from the sky pour down to meet the waves as they touch the beach. Today there is only one creature willing to withstand the worst of the storm on the beach. The sea animals are far out at sea. The sand crabs have buried themselves deep in the safety of the beach; broken pieces of seaweed are strewn about the sand. The lone creature is a solitary man walking slowly along the edge of the water. Oblivious to the wet, brutal weather, he is not in a hurry to get away.  The storm has attracted him and it is trying to engulf him and take him as one of its own. Walking close to the waves his boots and his leggings are drenched but he stays near the water, taunting it, daring it to grab him. Wind whips his cape around his body but he keeps his arms, fists clenched, firmly at his sides.  In the midst of the cold spray of rain and ocean waves crashing the only warmth is hot tears stinging down his face. He will not wipe them away. All around him is gray and blue, the ocean, the waves, the sky, the sand. His body and his mind are gray and blue. Cold is seeping in his body. Wet hair now plastered to his head drips into his eyes. He feels he will never be warm again. Kicking at waves and seaweed, his feet are wet but he continues. He will stay here in this frigid place until he is sick and cannot get well. Maybe he will just fall down and let the waves take him out, away from the agony of his heart. The sobbing and crying will not cease and his body quakes and shivers as he instinctively gasps for air. There are cries of desolation from his throat. She is gone but he is here. She has no pain but he is in agony. No one answers his questions, no one can. Pleading, begging, for answers he then bargains for his own life, take it away, it is no good anymore. Wind rushes down from the cliff and takes his cries away out to the ocean. No one will hear those words now or ever. Dropping to his knees at the shoreline, there will be no dog or woman to rescue him. Ocean waves are lapping at his legs and calling to him like Sirens, “come we will take you now…”