sanibel beach

we walked,

for what felt like the first time,

hand in hand

down the winter beach.

our words were scarce

and meaningful,

both together

and separate

in our thoughts,

but all the while

felt without being spoken.

out destination was lost

from the moment we set out,

our path as meandering

as the waves,

the only constant

the quiet his of the sea's shells

climbing and falling up the shore.

and i knew,

for what felt like

no time at all mattered,

that i loved her.