An ocean once spoke, pixel by pixel by breeze, a narrative of love lost in tides not yet gone.
With every crash of
crested waves upon sepia-toned memories, the sun dips below the surface
illuminating only whispers of dreams unfinished.
Remember the laughter, as crystalline, as sand between fingers
ephemeral like starlight caught in a jumbled
chequered pattern of taste and time.
The horizon, a line undefined, emulsifying today's colors
into a chiaroscuro collage, both blurred and divine.
Listen closely to the murmur of glitched nostalgia, echoes cascading into forgotten crannies.