The wind brings his scent across the sea, carrying memories lost in ocean foam. He left with my heart to sail unfamiliar waters — left me heartless upon this sandy shore.
Perched on a boulder, I watch the horizon and long for his return.
My newly found legs ache from idleness. The tides inside my heart crave the deep I have forsaken.
He told me to stay, I promised to obey.
I bargained my body and my soul for his love.
I cannot move away. I cannot move at all.
The wait is all I have.
And wait I shall forevermore.
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Isa Ottoni
Isa Ottoni (she/her) writes fiction with a spark of magic and fantasy with a spark of reality. She believes fantasy is what makes life fun, and that is a hill she is ready to die on.
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