Now the coast has lined up
they are in coherent,
splashing the same waves
and washing on the same bed

You are still there, watching them
engaging with the moon
nothing much have changed
but yet, everything did

My hair grew inches, with fervent curls
wrinkles on my face, surfacing
my heart, like your sweater - more worn
resembling that girl you loved,
that summer

You must have slightly aged too,
the face I grown distanced to

As we lay our bodies
beneath our knees,
we see those stretch marks across
you were still perfect

We hear the crashing,
it has come for us.