Sandy Shores

My eyes gaze off onto the horizon, searching for your tall sails. A cold sea breeze blows gently against my skirt, as if pushing me away. The sun sets again, just like it has done since the beginning of time. But this sunset, this closing of the day, fills me with despair. I try to direct my mind to a happier place, when you held me in your arms and whispered things will be okay. Unfortunately, that was a long time ago, before you sailed away into that grace-capped morning. Now I stay on this sandy shore waiting for you to return. The sun dies again, and I am left with not even my own shadow. I remember those eyes, those stormy green eyes, reminding me of the ocean. Are you still watching me? Because I feel a presence, as if someone is here, on this shore with me. The breeze pushes again, except now vehemently, and I can't help to feel that you want me to go. You want me to move on. I fight the wind, as sand beats my skin, not ready to give up on you. For without you my dear, I'm miserable at best.