She walks along the coast, hair tossed carelessly as the wind sweeps in off the waves.
Crows keeping pace, singing their song as they make their way up the shore.
She is no longer of this world, the ocean calls her and the sky keeps her.
Trying to hold onto her will be as trying to grasp a fist full of sand.
Some hearts aren’t meant to be kept, only savoured as they pass by.