She ran like a little girl to the shore
Her floral skirt flowing with the rhythm of the breeze
Fingertips gently tracing the trails on her neck
Left by the absence of her black pearl necklace.
Just like he had promised as he sailed into the horizon with her black pearls
She wished for her lover to hook the beads when he’d return
With tales untold of wailing winds and mystery mermen
Or a pair of dancers for her ears, she wouldn’t mind.
She sat on the sand, sea washing her feet
Looking out for the return of the crescent shaped boat
The setting sun as big as her bindi, kissing her skin oh so soft
The salt of the sea tickling her tongue.
Some feet away, the waves wash in a black pearl necklace
Silently screeching, her lover’s cries
When she breathes his return
And he’s embraced by the curse of the sea.
The Said, The Known and The Natural with MVM 
there’s a fine line between the representation of waiting for a loved one and of waiting so that you don’t have to be anxious anymore. its a fine line between love and moving on, its a balance between indulgence and pure exhaustion.
here, you’ve set a tone of having both come together, but so subtly that it’s haunting.
you’ve ended with an open space for emotion, leaving it to the readers to fill in the void of casting emotions, and that is probably my favorite thing about this writing. the reader can feel either one of the two emotions: the relief/anguish of finally hearing from a loved one, or the acceptance of something that you saw coming, an expected tragedy that you’re prepare to move on from.
but then again, the ache of waiting for someone, and daring to hurt while finally receiving them in not quite the way you wanted them, is one of the greatest greed of humankind.
LikeLike