The Beach

Like a wound stings from
Saltwater our hearts
Burn with an ache for the
Serene waves of an illusion

Smooth sand against our feet,
You could never match my stride
Like a true lover, but our bare feet
Left impressions on the imperfect beach

The seagulls cry like spoiled children
Seeking scraps of comfort for the chicks
In their nest, like how our memories
Salvage what we once had.

Standing in the ocean,
We wait for the tide to recede, but
Even if we wait for it to come in again,
We still will say good-bye.

Photo Credit Jennifer Regnier