She’s far away now.
She’s changed a lot,
and I’m like “how?”
Never the same for too long.
My riptide girl was and is my song.
She’s there to pull me to and from the darkside,
when it feels like I’ve been pulled under with my hands tied.
On the stage is where she belongs,
and to be living on the highest shelf.
She’s always my “strong.”
My riptide girl was and is my song.
The movies were her favorite,
the country and the cowboys.
I wanna be her right-hand girl,
even if her finger has a ring with a diamond or a pearl.
I know she’ll be gone,
but my riptide girl was and is my song.
(By Claire Gitner ’29)