I walk the beach alone
Thoughts drift across my mind
In harmony with the boats drifting in the bay.
I think of you and of the times we
Walked hand in hand across this very beach and
I wonder if any of these same grains of sand
Were pressed between your feet or have
Those been washed out to sea along with our dreams.
And I am lonely. I see many
Footprints and I wonder if they were
Made by lovers or by old folks looking
For bits and pieces of their forgotten
Past. A woman passing by says nothing.
Nor do I. What is there too
Say? Should I
Say I’m lonely, take my hand and let
Us make footprints in the sand?
Is she thinking of a love past or
Is she hurrying to a hidden rendezvous?
I watch a boat pass close to shore and
I wish I were aboard sharing love with you.
The Beach The Sea. And Loneliness