On The Beach

The grey sea heaved and crashed,

So did memories and sadness;

The rain clouds parted, to let dusk glow,

So did heaviness, to let her be

             With me. With me? With me…

Once, on foreign sands, with icy wind

And buried hands in empty pockets,

I could still smile after the tears

Waiting for the end of separation.

Now, on backyard beach, with cool rain

And careless hands empty out pockets,

I still cry but can I smile

Waiting for the end?