In the Sunlight
the waves glisten
and the seagulls shriek their morning news.
I hold my own hand
as I look out on the clouds looming in.
What will they bring?
You once stood beside me here.
We laughed at a shooting star in the night
with so little care and
sand in our hair as we lay pondering
what new adventures we'd take.
I remember your face
in a fleeting sort of way
like the shooting star
falling across my brain in a second
trailing light behind it
softer when you look at it directly.
Isn't it funny
how memories change so quickly,
morphing to fit our heart's desires
as we hold our own hands
and the seagulls shriek their morning news
as the waves glisten
in the Sunlight.
About the Creator
Darin Leigh
Just the ramblings of an artist in her 20s. I write a lot of unplanned poetry. I hope you enjoy
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