I'll notice your new shoes
And you'll notice mine
We will turn our heads down
And walk away
Diverging down the windy path
Sand blowing back at me
With a breath of bergamot and fig
I'll let out a light laugh
Remembering your notebook of scribbles
******, trying to recall stories to tell
You'll let out a sigh
Stopping yourself from turning back your head
There was nothing to see anyway
Waves will not stop crashing
And we will not stop walking