Love walked backward from the shore,
its footprints swallowed by the tide,
no farewell, no final roar,
just silence where it did reside.

It kissed the rocks with embrace,
then slipped beneath the grayest hue,
pulling the warmth from every place,
where once our laughter grew.

I stood, a beacon dim and worn,
as all we were slipped out to sea.
The tide withdrew what I had sworn
to hold; then left the wreck of me.

Now in the hush of every wave,
I hear the ghost of what we knew.
Love drifts the way the ocean wanes,
not all at once, but true and through.