We once sat on the shore or maybe

But that time has passed

And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles

Of sun burned feet

Running against the strong breeze

There is no looking back

No questioning yesterday

Only forward movement

Locked eyes fade to subtle glances

Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances

Time falls into the backdrop

But the present still remains

Vintage photos in a wooden frame

That’s badly molded holds memories with water stains

Years have passed

But we look back on the past and smile anyway

Love always, Esha <3