The Last Days of Summer

Waves crash down upon the deserted beach and steal your name away.
Carry my heart across the ocean.
Seabirds are flying inland. Their haunting cries herald the storm as rain clouds gather over the water. Pulling up my hood against the biting wind, I whisper goodbye to summer.
I crave the warmth of your caress.
Not long ago, we lay entwined on this very spot on the sand, my head on your chest, waves rippling at our feet while early summer sunshine kissed our bare skin.
I miss you.
Now only one set of footprints leads back to the dunes and the beach house where we spent long summer nights. You captivated me like the rhythm of the waves — rising from the ocean, then plunging to the shore. The relentless surge always left me breathless, trembling in your arms.
Sail back to my shores.
I still gaze at rose-hued sunsets and wish on shooting stars, but time and distance conspire against us.
The last days of summer feel so cold.
