You told me a story
Of a lack of care.
Friends and family
Had disappeared
Into the memories
Of seashells
And candyfloss.
Into the notes
Of the music at
The end of the pier.
Into the penny arcade.
Into the sand
Beneath your feet.
Into the heat
Of the day.
Into an ocean
Full of longing.

Maybe I ran past
You on the beach
Many years ago
With spade in hand,
Towards the end.