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*Standing on a lonely beach
watching the sun greet the horizon,
draping an aquamarine skyline
in swirling watercolor ribbons
enticing twilight to make an appearance

Remembering seashells we collected
while leaving our footprints
beneath a cheerful summer moon,
sharing warm kisses as
cool water caressed our toes

You drew a heart in the sand,
and we stood inside promising
to love each other forever,
then counted every star in the heavens
until the dawn returned

I have drawn another heart in the sand,
one set of footprints within,
no longer counting stars,
not caring if dawn ever returns,
standing on a lonely beach . . . alone