Corinne

It’s Corinne in her grief, they say, singing the sea,

singing the sea.

She lost him, lost her boy. She saw him

lose himself.

Corinne in her grief, they say – singing the sea.

Have I lost my girl? Have I lost her? I never –

I never –

Corinne is grieving. She’s grieving. She’s

singing the sea, the sea.

She lost her boy. Way out there she lost him.

She saw him – lose himself.

Have I lost her? – my girl. She never –

She never –

The ocean is sullen this morning,

angry – from surface to floor.

You’d know why the silent treatment.

You’d know what all this is for.

(You taught me to swim in the ocean.

You warned me: stay close to the shore.)

Corinne is grieving. She’s grieving. She’s singing, is she singing

out the sea?

Have I lost her, my best friend? We never –

We never –

We never –