Long ago, you slipped through my fingers,

Like the dry sand on the Outer Banks beaches.

And I had been grasping for the tiny morsels,

Begging for you to come back.

To the waves that dunked us,

And the sun that burnt us.

But, after 220 days,

I know none of those beautiful vacations meant a thing to you.

So now, I wander to the beach at night.

I lay on my back. I look in awe at the stars above me.

And as the waves return to the sea,

So the words give way to silence.