Ashore.

I think i may have lost you between your afternoon teardrops
umbrellas bursting open, you move into the blindspot.

i didn't say goodbye, it's better to fade away
bandaids off a wound, a midnight serenade.

memories lose their taste at an alarming speed
and once crowded tables now forever empty.

words that grow stale, hang in the air.
freedom is achieved when you stop to care.

we'll clasp our hands under the painted moon.
and we'll lie to each other they'll never be another you.

everything we built turns to ether
sand castles in the wind blown to the air.

and when the thought of you washes ashore
i will cherish your memory before it walks out the door.