We walked along the strand,
High up on the cliff,
We went on hand-in-hand,
Watching the swell foam drift -

The Atlantic kissed the horizon,
The way I kissed you on the coast ,
To words on benches we were drawn,
I felt sitting down there was some ghost-

Words written for our expecting eyes,
That told us that matter what we did or do
That everybody here sooner or later dies,
Just encase you had not already knew.

-Jamie F. Nugent