The tide turned, soft as a breath,
pulling your words back into the sea.
I stood on the edge of your silence,
watching the waves erase you,
each moment vanishing before it could settle.

This sorrow crept in like f o g,
quiet, unnoticed, until it was everything.
Once, we were sunlight through half-open blinds,
simple, warm, unspoken.
Now, only the shadows remain,
stretching farther than I can reach.

The tide receded, carrying pieces of us—
the way your voice filled a room,
the weight of your name in my thoughts.
I turned away, not toward hope,
but away from the emptiness.
And behind me, the sea whispered,
This is where we begin again.