The Waves Hunger

Her hair flows with the soft wind. I call her name out but she doesn't turn back. I hear the waves roaring louder and louder as she takes every step. The waves seem hungry, hungry for warm human flesh. What does this mean? Has she giving up? I know i was the one who broke up with her. Now I sit here alone watching the sunset. Every minute I give in to the hypnotizing roar of the waves. I know if i go in i will easily drown but now i have no purpose to be here without her . About an hour later, the ocean seemed calm after its meal, the meal in which was not forced to be eaten .