Echoes of the sea breathe
memories into the air
whispers of salt on skin,
fading, ever fading,
like footsteps upon
shifting sands.

Do you recall
the dance of our promises
beneath the moon's
soft gaze?
Each wave a tide of longing
washing over
the shores of our dreams.

I close my eyes
and hear the echoes
of laughter mingling
with seagulls' cries,
a sonorous lullaby,
cradling time in
its relentless embrace.

In this ebb,
I find a reflection
of what could have been
if only the waves
had whispered
differently.

And yet
here we are,
staring into the depths
of a lost tide,
wondering,
if we ever truly
left the shore at all...