In the Sand

He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine. Forty years she was the one he adored, so he kneels to pray for her, one more time. He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand then he watches a wave wash it away. Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand he wishes there was more that he could say. A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave he can smell her perfume as on the breeze. He has not the strength to visit her grave self-pity and pain is all that he sees. Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat as it makes a turn back toward the bay. Hollow and empty he feels without hope and wishes a wave would wash it away.