I can feel you in the distant waters
moaning by the shoreline as you
recede into the fine sand.
You are the whispering of sea shells:
the flowing of blood as I put them
adjacent to my ear hearing,
the sound of universal leaving,
the leaving of universal sounds and
the anomie of hearts misplaced.
You are Alunsina the froth
of waves that undulate. The woman who left
Tungkung Langkit to search for
I can feel you in the distant waters and
I can see your crest and troughs.
Once in ever so often you appear
to people unexpecting and
then like foams are gone.