woman on the cliffs

I could be her
She sits waiting over the ocean
Watching under the tide
Green blue and aqua foam
Rising, then falling
Within reach of her and then forgetting
I think she came back here tonight
To remember too
Who knows whether the dark blue above the horizon
Is really the ocean she searches
I wonder if she sees me standing
Watching her through the white waves
Smiling.
And I wonder if she remembers
My name.