Water sifting between my toes, droplets clinging to my jeans
My fingers getting stuck in his knotted brown hair
Running, running
Water splashing on feathered wings
Rocks giving way for love
My eyes soaking up sunlight and dust
He smiles, kisses my forehead, races towards the blue sky
Jumping on clouds, swinging on branches
Bowing to oak trees that sprinkle the ground
I close my eyes and feel the wrinkles of soil
I smile and feel the upward curve of laughter
I turn to look for him to tell him I love him
But he is gone
Gone with the waves that crash on the rocks
Gone with the sun that blinds my soul, gone like comforters spilling over pink feet
Gone like coffee shops at 3 AM
Gone
Gone
Gone