So, shyly, she slips out of her life.

She tried it, tentatively,

she dipped a toe into the water

but found it to be cold.

Life turned out to be a shoe

that never fitted her.

A shade of lipstick that was just too bright.

A song that played

always too loudly.

So now, slipping through

the sea green opacity of another ocean,

at last she feels at home.

Nestling in the shadows

of the seas depths.

She never left a note.

What was there to say?

It all seemed so obvious to her,

she couldn’t stay.

Her family are waiting

and her picture’s on TV.

She’d be so surprised, she say

“All this, just for me?”

photo crystin moritz