Time and Tides

How many times we walked along that shore, I couldn’t count

How many tides we watched come and go on that beach, I couldn’t fathom

But, each time we did, it was the two of us together.

Our footsteps have long been washed away.

There are no imprints on the rocks to show that we were there.

The memory of walking here with you is still fresh in my mind

And my heart, too

In there, in those places, the footprints and the reminders will

   always be, no matter how many tides