Do you remember the times
Lonely, we spent there?
The rocks cushioning
Our wearsome frames
The waves kissing our feet, bare
Yours, ankleted;
Listening to stories and songs
The waves whispered
Into ears strained.
We listened, we laughed
We made the sea a comrade
Spilling our secrets into
The departing waves
Stories to be carried away
To other awaiting shores
And a little guilt washed away.
