I feel the warmth of the winter sun on my face.
The muted sunset is glorious, in that it induces hope of a new tomorrow.
I pull my grey scarf around me tight, feel the fabric fall down my back.
The weight is like an arm that only rested there in my dreams.
Grey sand pushes up to nestle between my toes, and my feet wiggle into the loving embrace of the earth.
The wind whips the waves that come crashing down onto the rocks not too far away.
The beach is deserted with only its self for love.
Memories of young lovers laughing their sweet music and filling the air with candyfloss kisses.
But I remained.
My dust buried heart was cast in darkness when the young lover left with some other summer.
and in winter I'll remain.
Happy and incomplete.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
I feel the warmth of the winter sun on my face.
The muted sunset is glorious, in that it induces hope of a new tomorrow.
I pull my grey scarf around me tight, feel the fabric fall down my back.
The weight is like an arm that only rested there in my dreams.
Grey sand pushes up to nestle between my toes, and my feet wiggle into the loving embrace of the earth.
The wind whips the waves that come crashing down onto the rocks not too far away.
The beach is deserted with only its self for love.
Memories of young lovers laughing their sweet music and filling the air with candyfloss kisses.
But I remained.
My dust buried heart was cast in darkness when the young lover left with some other summer.
and in winter I'll remain.
Happy and incomplete.
