I want to sit by the beach in silence until the waves stop talking and the moon fades away.
I close my eyes and bury my hands in the sand as I lean back and breathe. The air flooding my lungs takes me back to my golden days. It’s infused with your scent, and in you, I drown. Did the wind bring you to me or is my mind playing games?
I fight the urge to open my eyes in hopes I’d spot yours looking at me. I don’t need to see your face in the darkness. I know your soul is with me every step of the way, I say, as I let go.
Warm breath escapes my lungs to be seized by the cold wind. In seconds, it evaporates. Your scent disappears. My memories of you vanish. Were they just dreams? I wonder.
I wonder as I do most days when I’m immersed in solitude, being teased by ocean waves. I wonder when I stroll around the trees or cruise through empty streets, were my memories of you real?