on departures

on the beach at night
your smile is stolen quicker than the sun
and your bright blue eyes are like footprints in the sand
soon to be swallowed by the green-eyed sea
whose embrace will always be more powerful than mine

and as the tide drags you away from my setting memory
with its sneaky, silent hands
the cool night wind whispers softly in my ears and on my skin
"i'm sorry, i hope you understand"