Lonely Shores

Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography

The miles of footprints which have been erased by the sea swim through my thoughts.  Lasting only long enough to be a brief note of our passing.  With her at my side, we have had many a walk recorded, only to wake the next day and have to rewrite our story in the endlessly changing sands.  On this sunset, my gait feels awkward for reasons I do not understand, until I remember.  I walk these shores alone, her hand no longer in mine, for she has passed beyond that sunset. And so I walk further each day, my footprints alone must now write the story of the pair which used to tread these shores. And though no longer with me, though the distance traveled will be far, she will always be with me as I weave the tale of our love.