What am I doing in Cherbourg? I am alone and there is no hope of forgetting you, even here, in this magic place.
It is night time now. The ocean throbs its waves into the tide, and the waves try to cling to the shore.
As I tried to cling to your love, to no avail.
The sea surges and roars and the wind calls your name.
I crave your hands, your face, and your kisses. I hunger for you as the crests of the waves hunger their return to high seas.
Like the sea, you swallowed everything in me. You took my soul and gave it up, wounded, like the waves tear the sand from the shore in a rustling of salt.
I feel your presence in an errand wave and the wind chills my heart.
Anna Maria
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