The Rising Tide.

our story had begun

upon meeting that fateful evening;

sea breeze and gritty sand

now hold a special meaning.

while cherishing the good times

you remained faithfully by my side,

like the grains that cling on to you

while you admire the rising tides.

as distress crashed down in waves,

i hopelessly searched for your face;

like the receding tides,

you disappeared without a trace.