She was the ocean

Strong and dangerous

Yet beautiful and mysterious

I met her in the cold

When the wind was howling

Where glass bottles would smash

Against the creaking floor

And people would scream

While tears ran down their cheeks

I would pick her up

When she needed an escape

The smell of Camel cigarettes

along the beach,

And snow under our feet

Her soft pale skin

And the taste of coffee

Upon her lips

I swore to the sea

That my love for her

Would never die

It would not burn out like street lights

It would not crumble like an old statue

That even in the pit of her darkness

My silent whispers would comfort her

I still stand by this promise

Even though

She no longer calls