In the wee hours of the night
when everyone is asleep,
sits on the beach
a solitary man.

He is on his knees
staring at the sea,
his head bent low, mirroring the tide.
The devotee of the sea,
a solitary man.

He wades out into the water
the currents pulling at his feet,
a wave washes over him
but he hardly pays heed.
Eyes flaring with hate,
a solitary man.

He kneels down in the sea
and cries ‘Marcy!’
His single word lost to the wind.
A heartbroken lover,
a solitary man.

He wades out further
tears streaming on his sunken cheeks
a wave frees him from his despair.

Lost in the saltwater,
a solitary man.