i've been afraid of the sea for years on end,
i've been afraid because i've seen
people walking along the shore, holding hands,
tracing footsteps in the sand as they go,
smiling, laughing, happy in their little bubble of love.
but the tide turns as the night falls on them,
and in the presence of silver moonlight,
the waves erase those footsteps, and the sole indication of
the people who passed by are washed off.
i was afraid of that, of being forgotten.
and i'm still afraid now, i'm still scared out of my wits,
but i think i'm ready to take the plunge,
to run, skip and dance hand-in-hand by the shore,
tracing footsteps that only last so long, if it's with you.
i don't mind so much if the tides erase ours out
as the moon silently watches on, silver and glowing.
i don't mind, if it means that from sunrise i can be with you,
crafting memories meant for only our eyes- it'll be our little secret;
and when evenfall dawns upon us, we can leave together,
holding hands, content, and let the tides wipe out all traces of us.