Our story

Our story 
is not of   
the surf 

rushing to her lover

embracing at first sight

holding on 

for that eternal moment

till the inevitable farewell

the lingering memories 

that wash the shore

and remain 

a while

since she’s left

It is 

more of the mount

in the drizzle

gently smiling

drawing in a long sigh
in the summer breeze

knowing

and waiting 

To be washed down to the sea

One day