The Old Salt

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The house is quiet, the walls are thin
The pics are yellowed where they spin
His hands are rough, his eyes are grey
He hasn’t heard a word all day

She passed away ten years ago
The kids grew up and had to go
The grandkids call on holidays
He counts the names he can’t erase

He sits alone by windowpane
The smell of salt, the sound of rain
He thinks of her, he thinks of them
But then the tide begins again

The sea was first love, only bride
The sea was friend who never lied
She held him close in storm and still
She was the rock, she was the thrill
She gave him joy, she gave him scars
She was the moon that pulled his heart
And now she calls him, vast and wild,
“Old salt, come home — back to the tide"

He shipped out young with no to lose
The deck was floor, the wind was muse
He missed the births, he missed the graves
But sea, she gave him waves on waves

He thought he loved his wife the best
He left her waiting, never rest,
But when she died, he didn’t weep
Sea had already took him deep

His sons are strangers in his eyes
His friends are gone or paralyzed
The only one who knows his name
Is bloody salt that rusts his veins

The sea was first love, only bride
The sea was friend who never lied
She held him close in storm and still
She was the rock, she was the thrill
She gave him joy, she gave him scars
She was the moon that pulled his heart
And now she calls him, vast and wild,
“Old salt, come home — back to the tide”

He walks the pier with a steady stride
The boats are sleeping, tide is high
He thinks of her — the ghost in white
And sea is holding him so tight

“I gave you youth, I gave you breath
I gave you fear, I gave you death
You took my body, took my years
But never once asked for my tears.”

The sea was first love, only bride
The sea was friend who never lied
She held him close in storm and still
She was the rock, she was the thrill
She gave him joy, she gave him scars
She was the moon that pulled his heart
And now he walks into the foam
Old salt is finally back home

He leaves his coat on wooden chair
No note to find, no name to bear
The water takes him, cold and deep,
The only promise he could keep