#411-Grains of time
15/09/2018
Wooden planks,
Leading to the water’s edge.
I’ve walked them many times.
With them, and
Her,
As years passed.
Seconds tick away,
Memories rewind,
Emotions return,
Then drift away,
With the tide.
The sun’s setting.
I’m far away.
Reliving moments past,
In a different life.
Footprints washing away.
Time to go home.
But not there.
Somewhere else.
