girl at the edge

when all else what do you do?

Black torture rises through the rippling water
With the waves crashing in the sea
A girl stands on the lip of the water
The wind gusts in to her curly brown hair
The storm rages on extending onto the empty land
She calls for her missing lover
Knowing he is out there
Waiting to wrap his arms around her
Bringing her into the land of mist
But he is gone
cast into the melding waters
swallowed by the salty sea