Now Gone

I always think of you
whenever I go to to the beach
remember back to our
once happy times there...
The sound of the slapping,
crashing waves always brings
it back....
I drift out on the
endless waves....
My thoughts wash out with
the tide....
What is the ocean without
its constant movement...
like me.... what would
I be
without change?
You now gone...

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