BITTER

He has gone, he has left no trace and still
The wind and rain on my face
Is happy and not bitter.

Wind and sea may sting and chill
My body as I stand in this place
But I am not bitter.

The salt in my eyes and cheeks will
Never fall and stain my lace
Because I am not bitter.

I walk out to sea and try to fill
My thoughts, my empty case.
I am bitter.

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