Sandmarks of a foreign time

It was the most beautiful and innocent thing I’ve ever seen.
As we arrived into the beach
She took her shoes off
And started running towards the sea
Like a little child
Who waited too long
for something fun.
I looked at her
From the distance I could feel her energy
Blossing, melting the sand beneath
I tried to do the same
Follow her lead,
sink my feet
But I was paralyzed
I couldn’t run
I coudn’t fight
She flied,
I shrank,
I’ve just realized
I was in love for the first time
In my whole human life.
That night
Her head against my chest
My heart
Started to shamefully cry
It was all too beautiful
And if one thing I’ve learnt
From the time my father left
Was that beauty never stays
It comes and goes with the morning shades.
That night I couldn’t even make love to her
It was all too good
We couldn’t fight
Even if we wanted it hard.
Her steps in the sand
Follow me every night
At 3am I am still yours
At 8am I am nothing but wrongs
Her enthusiasm took me to my childhood,
I wrote words about her never understood,
Poetry found me
And now you’re gone
But she won’t go,
Says there’s still art in me.
My dark side was too much
I used the last match,
It’s time for us
We payed our part.

Nevertheless,
I’ll always smile
Knowing that somewhere
In some foreign land
There’s still sandmarks
Made of the shape of her feet.

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