I wait for you, you who will never come. Out, out beyond the interrupting rocks I reach for you. You who loved the whoosh of waves, the stir of the sea, you who will never come. The tang of the sea is up. I flounder on obstinate sand. How could so much have fallen away since we last stood together, your skirts tucked up between your knees-- you skipped so lightly away avoiding the rough sudden surge.