Her hair smelled of salt and fruity shampoo, A strangely pleasant mix of the two. Actually everything about her seemed pleasant,
Her silky black hair And her freckles all over her newly sunburnt skin That pink glow came from her skin just as it came from her lips Her feet digging in the sand As someone grasps her hand
But no one notices him For she is a beauty beyond compare. She loosens her hand to run it through her hair. She begins to get up, the hesitates.
There is a look, undefined, I just couldn’t place. I know what that face could be Because now I see that same face on me. It is hard to explain, hard to define That face that appeared on both hers and mine.
But again as I sit, seeing this girl She has gotten up and is beginning to leave. She sees me looking and smiles at me. It’s one of those empty, meaningless smiles one gives a stranger.
That’s what we were then, don’t you remember?? When your hair still smelled of salt and shampoo And your smile still faded when I looked away from you.
Things got better. That boy is gone. It took you a while, but you moved on, Moved on to life and moved on to love And moved on to that smile you give out of love.
Your smile has changed from that first day. It is no longer empty and strange in that way. Now it means much more than words. And now sitting with you, hand in hand, You smile down at your newfound best friend.