You were beside me
When we walked on the wet sand,
Hand in hand,
The waves lapping at our feet.
You chose to stand
Among the waves.
I chose to sit and watch
The night sowing the stars in the sky.
Now where the sun
Sank into the night
I search for those moments
Among the remaining golden threads.
All that is left between you and me
Is the silence after the seventh wave
Drowning the clamour
Of the others, lapping at others' feet.