The beach, where we parted, met, and parted again
the setting of our last goodbyes
you take my hand, our eyes meeting.
The wind whips my hair
the surf roaring in my ears, deafening
I am kindled by your touch
the depth of your soul looking into mine.
I could stand there forever, gazing
but the salt air stings my eyes
bringing a tear and a smile
You squeeze my hand and smile too
as the rushing of the sea washes away heartache,
smooths the footsteps of the past from the sand.
Together we turn, walk back through the crashing spray
away from that place of pain
away from our old lives
into a new horizon.