I can feel your words echo with the breeze on my skin
We sat here, you and I, for the longest time
Saying goodbye to the day when the sun went down
The tide took with it the dreams and wishes of the dying souls we'd be missing
Then returned it as a gift for the living
Let the water cover my feet and the sand run through my fingers
The oyster shells a reminder of a taste of the good times
A physical symbol of the hours we'd been given