The waves toss.
The wind blows messages unheard of, creating distance.
The wave feels mischievous, and tries to force itself on the shore.
But, eventually the tide rolls in, and out.
Drifting apart.
The waves have failed.
It would have had to have been mutual for the wave to stay kissing the shore. But, kissing the shore doesn't always last. Sometimes we all have to drift away.
The wave misses the shore. But, I guess that's just how the world works.
Still, the wave continues to seep to the shore, remembering all the good times, while drowning out all else.

Maybe it's like people.  Some stay kissing the shore coming as driftwood or seaweed, yet others drift apart coming as the tide.
The wind blows, whispering secrets in my ear.

The waves toss, and with them, a new beginning rolls in...