#411-Grains of time

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.