We sit on the driftwood,
drawing a heart on the sand and drifting away in the tide with our dreams.
I said the first child would be a boy -- you said girl.
A smile was the final word as we both knew neither of us had the answer.
White fences and front porch swings was your vision,
only years away you said -- so soon, but so far.
Love came in a heartbeat for us, long conversations into the midnight air, a soft touch of fingertips dancing over skin
-- a calming shot of whiskey slipping down into our souls to excite a stronger, enduring flame.
In a web of woven promises and tearful smiles, we parted --
waiting on one day
when we could be together --
when the rift in the sand between us would gravitate back,
the heart broken no longer
I sit on the driftwood, watching the waves crash onto the beach.
I told you life wasn't worth living without you here, that time would destroy my heart,
but it beats on.
The tide rolls in over the faded heart in the sand
-- still broken, but now washed clean.