The soft grains covered our feet in a sandy embrace
While the water lapped at our feet.
To get to the shores edge it used to be a race
But now it’s a leisure hand-in-hand walk from our street.
We watched the blue dusk turn soft orange as the sun set
The waves crashed violently against the shore
As the sand and salt water collided and met.
All we wanted was happiness or maybe something more
But you grew restless
And threw your sandals to the sand
I knew what you were doing wasn’t aimless
As you bent over to write our names by hand
Grouped them in a circle and made a simple plea
That the ocean would slowly take our names out to sea