Today, again, as my mind dissolves into numb resolve,
My heart involved, by the remembrance of our unbroken love,
I conjure our October beach, now nineteen winters gone,
Where we first tasted unshackled joy sent from God above.

Each daily task now reeks with tedium, forced by habit,
Serving to remind me how deep my darkness grows.
Loneliness whispers to me in the dead of night, from spite,
In the light of day, in every way; Why? God only knows.

I miss the kiss that sparked my love; I miss my oasis from everydayness;
I wonder, if by force of my will, I can conjure my beach once and for all.
If God would listen: give us one more day; if she would hasten;
I would pull her chin ‘till I taste, again, the salted lips and hear the seagulls call.