So long, visitor.

Good day.

My poem happened

     for you, for nobody,

          for everyone.

I beg you leave me restless.

I live with the impossible ocean

     and silence bleeds me dry.

I die with each wave each day.

I die with each day in each wave.

But the day does not die —

     not ever.

It does not die.

And the wave?

     It does not die.