The tides mesmerize,
as the sand, soft and warm beneath my feet,
never ceases to amaze me.
For miles and miles, in every direction,
I can now see;
north, south, east, and west.
A gull yuccas in the sky
as I lie back in that soft, warm sand;
and in that moment,
I am free.

Back and forth,
side-to-side;
moving in constant motion,
trying to decide.
"Well," I think,
"Which way to go?"
Go?

Grass flutters in the wind,
water droplets sparkle and glimmer
in the sunlight;
"Well," I say,
"I think I'll stay right here."

Noise seeps in through the cracks
in my fragile mind;
mixed chatter in cahoots with childish laughter
ignite a migraine (of sorts).
They know nothing but this.

You were once everything;
I breathed, lived,
died, and lied
for you.
Now, we know naught of this;
but, sometimes, when the sun sets
below the horizon,
and the moon wanes high
in the sky,
and I lay alone,
without you,
I return to this.
I return to this which we know
naught of now;
I return to this which we once had.
And I cry,
alone,
for you.