she is the witness of my lonely tears

grounded in sand
the sea insists
a kiss, a kiss, a kiss
the laps and the waves
the sun has pulled away
and this heart aches
how many years has it been?
how many years have been wasted and spent
on retracing my steps?
buried in sand
the moon dons her silver dress
bathed in lemongrass…
i miss, i miss, i miss
the traps of a gaze-
the sun has pulled away
and all that is left
are the tears that spill
as the memories fade away