wave goodbye

The good bye is like the sea
That endlessly tosses the shells crashing onto the rocks:
A splinter here, a splinter there.

I wave good bye,
This single flat wave
From the palm of my hand, ice blue.

Once the man, who walks this beach, could pour this sea water into a glass
hand it to me
And I would believe it was the most rare of wines.

Now the water
I see is gritty with dust and dirt.
Now I see the water is bitter with salt.

Now I throw the glass to the rocks
Shattering the dream into a million shards,
Which vanish upward into the green-gray sea foam.