Feet sink into wet sand,
the beach's embrace.
Early morning sun,
reluctant
to rise,
shuffles itself up out from
the ocean
and crawls across the blue.
I shield my eyes
and stare at where
the sea kisses the sky,
a horizon
forever out of reach.
A glance down
to where the water laps
at my ankles, teasing me.
Gliding in,
just to
steal out.
Each time a gentle caress,
before the wave
leaves with a whisper–
*"It could have been love."