As I look across the flowing waves
And curls of your locks, and breathe in
Deep the fresh smell of sea salt and
Laughter by the rocks, I remember

That was then.
This is now.

Then, we registered our love.
Since, we've certified its end.
Bookended by pieces of paper,
The meaning given to them ever
Changing. Looking back

Across the waves.
Sand in my shoes.
Crying with joy.
Ignoring the pain.

Not now.

Tears crashed like future echoes.
Smiles crooked now in photos -
Shots staged to reflect reality
Highlighting their unreality.

As I look across the crashing waves
And snarls of your locks, and breathe in
Deep, was the salt in the air on my cheeks
And the laughter aimed at me?