The Tide

A poem I wrote long ago.

The tide rolls in once again,
Returning all that I hoped to forget.
As the tides washes over my feet,
The memories begin to resurface.
Your face is imprinted once again,
Its beauty still radiant after the years.
The way your hair plays with the wind,
The way your eyes sparkle with the sand,
How your smile glistens like the water,
The faintest impressions upon your cheeks,
It all comes rolling in, and I can’t help but smile
And remember all those times on the beach.
We barely met, you were so absorbed in your diary,
Me in the newest novel of my collection. I started talking,
Getting short responses as you tried to resume writing.
I somehow coerced you into drinks that night, and we sat
On that deck overlooking the moonlit beach for hours upon
Hours, until dusk began to rise and we said our goodbyes.
We ran into each other again at the store, and I knew then
We would be together for a lifetime, even if you didn’t.
We had another long night of talk, ending in our first kiss.
It’s been years since that summer on the beach, but the
Memories seem like they were yesterday. And as the tide
Rolls in once again, so do you, beautiful as ever, and we resume
Our lives, once again complete, as the water washes over our feet.