Alone At The Beach
The beach is not the sameSunsets we used to watch are not as beautiful
The reds and golds are now shade of grey
Ever moving toward black
Their fire turns to ice before me
Sounds of the waves
Rhythm to our songs
Blend into nothingness
Eventually fading into nothing
Birds no longer fly above
The sky is empty and dead
Other people laugh and kiss
I watch them as we often did
We joked
Wondering if they were talking about us
My hand reaches out for you
Where your hand always was
Hand prints we left on so many nights
Gone in the cool summer breeze
There is nothing left but sand
A thousand memories
And my tears
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-02-23 at 04:30
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