Summer was ending
we sat by the sea
the waves called to us
seagulls flew above
children played with sand
building sandcastles
that the sea would smash
at the next high tide.
We didn't speak much
words clung in our mouths
reluctant to move.
Our love was dying
all the memories
that we had shared here
had gone at low tide
and we were shadows
of a former love
sitting in deckchairs
side by lonely side
watching the coming
of the next high tide.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 3:20 AM UTC
Summer was ending
we sat by the sea
the waves called to us
seagulls flew above
children played with sand
building sandcastles
that the sea would smash
at the next high tide.
We didn't speak much
words clung in our mouths
reluctant to move.
Our love was dying
all the memories
that we had shared here
had gone at low tide
and we were shadows
of a former love
sitting in deckchairs
side by lonely side
watching the coming
of the next high tide.
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