Lost to Me
Grains of sand slip through my fingers. I stare into the rising sun, glimpse an image so clear tears sting my eyes. Waves lap against gold-red rocks. A ferry bound for somewhere hogs the horizon.
So much left to say.
The smell of your fragrance on the breeze. Subtle. Sweet. Tempting. Footprints swirl and merge until there is no beginning, no end. Music. Dancing. Laughter.
Will I ever laugh like that again?
We talked. Not long enough. Memories, thoughts, haunt me. To hold you once more. To feel your breath upon my face. To remember how you made me feel.