Sand
the golden beads of shore.
I'm with you
We hold on to one another
Without holding hands.
The sound of the sea reminds us of every second of romance we've had
Making it harder to let go
Making it difficult to know that we are the waves that'll never come back to the shore
We are the ships that are about to sail in different directions
With no maps to look back into
We have no routes leading us back to a place we once called home
The smell of your cologne will fade away tomorrow morning and yet I will keep searching for the very scent in every voyager I meet
And I want to believe that even your eyes will search for mine in an overcrowded fair
People can know about the stories of your heartbreak and mine
When we are drunk and our wounds are left exposed
For the people to come see and pretend like they care.
Or maybe the universe will hear our tales in my muses and your melodies
Or maybe our story loses itself in the floods to come
Or maybe decay in a small corner of our hearts.