Waves

And there you were, ankle deep and facing the inevitable setting sun.
If only we knew that in this moment of beauty that all these seemingly perfect strings would eventually come undone.
The wake splashes against her skin and for a minute or two we were living in slow motion.
The cool breeze against my face, the sand that clung to my wet feet.
The only sounds to be heard were waves assaulting the rocks, like a car through reinforced concrete.
A heartbeat, a window seat.
This would be my life.
But it's false, and bittersweet.
I drove fast and in silence that old drive inn theatre that used to play romances far less then ours slowly faded in my rear view mirror.
It's funny how things used to be so clear.
Through the small town that for awhile you called home, you showed me around, getting stories straight, like hair running through a comb.
Soon enough these will be the things I think about when she runs through my head.
Not how she smelled like the rain and looked like the ocean but the way that she laughed, how she made me feel inside, like my heart had gotten a promotion.