The Girl Who Loved. Poem by Livi Topley

Later, when the wine was gone,
the bottle melted with candlewax and ran into the sea.
The waves became of past and present,
in turn, they over lapped each other and parted;
And i doubted the romantic who put them together at all.
The froth on the shore swam drunkenly,
numbing out the memory of the little girl who loved,
to the ship on the coast without a mast.
And it moves amongst the waves and the wax
in a stat that is lost and better than before.
The drops were drank by the sand and the shells,
And she grazes the tip on her fingers.