The beach was at our fingertips
and the sun shined every day.
Following our last winter with innocent lips.
Oh how I wished that spring could stay,
and we could keep running in the sand.
I don’t see the memories ever fading away.
It always felt like we were in a different land,
where the sea and the mountains would speak
and the sun kept us perfectly tanned.
That spring made other times feel bleak.
Even through our naivety,
my knees have never been so weak.
I’ll never forget the last day:
knees touching, hands clutching,
all we knew would be left behind.
Only one tear streaming down my cheek.
c.s.