as the waves greet the shore
they have the pleasure of kissing your feet
your heels stick to the sand as you walk
leaving behind an imprint with every step
the sun is now setting
and you are alone
tears stream down your face
you've never felt so cold
the copious amounts of clothing
could never raise your temperature
like his fingers caressing your skin once did
He was gone
and there was no reviving what you had
All the chances had been taken
and all the candles had been blown out
He was gone