Ocean waves soak into the sand,
residue frowns mark the shoreline.
I'm a thorn in his side,
since my crimson shedding lost its color.
It's been three months since my last assurance.

Swells filter sand through my toes,
dregs scuttle in the undercurrent.
Daylight withdraws and shuts its shutters,
allowing darkness to enter and cross its threshold,
erasing my puffed-up silhouette.

Solitude erodes my character,
his insult eradicates my spirit.
I sit here on my own...
until the first light opens its shutters,
stirring a sense of hope to repair my self-worth,
surrendering myself to face my catch-22.

Michael promised to meet me here at sundown.