By Annie Fitch
The salty, ice-cold, New England water grazed her feet
Staring into the wide Atlantic in disbelief
What had been a month, felt like a year
Her extreme sadness over her brother’s accident
led her to the point of despair
that fateful summer day when her brother
was swept away by the wave
her tears floated away into the darkness of the water
He was gone
Disregarded like a piece of plastic
The world which once had a meaning
now seemed as empty as the wind that gave her chills
She couldn’t bear it anymore
The absence of laughter,
the secrets that she had to keep to herself
All of it led her to that desolate beach in October
The tears, the screams, and the loneliness
Just sixty seconds later and he would be here
If it wasn’t for that riptide,
She would be a happier sister