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© Joan Currie

The spray reached out and sucked her in
It was hardly a noticed thing
That Joan was there and is not now
(Oh go and tell young Featherstonehaugh)
Gone away, gone away
All alone. 
Stevie Smith 

This lonely shoe on the beach brought to mind the poem, Deeply Morbid. I was a little disturbed that the protagonist and I share the same name.