Ouroboros Spine i loved you like the sun

What was he?

Once, he was everything, she wanted to cry. He was the waves that lapped on her shore, he was all the love in her already broken heart, he was all she could have ever wanted. Attentive, loving, then distant, then gone.

He was the sea hawk. There, for a time, before his wings carried him away. Never to stay, always to go.

For a sea bird and a land mammal were not meant to mix.

His wings will carry him to another nest, then another, never settling by any shore. And I move with the herd. And never again would she leave it, if she had any say in the matter.