Four Shores

I cry a thousand rivers, but the shore remains unchanged,

Each tear a drop in an endless sea of misery.

The waves crash upon the rocks of my core,

Carrying the sting of departure with each relentless surge.

On the shore of remembrance, I wander alone,

Tracing the footprints of moments washed away.

Each step heavy with the weight of what could have been,

Yet the sands of time offer no solace, only whispers of what was lost.

In the distance, four shores stand silent and still,

Each one a reminder of all the directions I’m lost in.

North for the shared laughter that never again graced my lips,

West for the dreams that now lie fragmented at my feet,

East for the I love you’s I’ll never hear again,

And south for the emptiness that remains in your absence.

I stand at the water’s edge, watching as the tide pulls away,

Carrying with it pieces of my heart, lost to the endless expanse.

And though the waves may eventually calm,

The ache of grief will forever linger,

a reminder of the four shores I will never reach.