My heart is Beach; your footsteps are all I have. The pretty shells, oysters, conchs that come to shores once in a while and then go back to ocean with the next wipe, are our memories together. Memories that we made, spending moments every day.
There’s a thing about memories, they’re neither good nor bad. They’re just dependent on time and situation. Sometimes, how the worst of times with your partners can be later cherished if you’re still together. Contradictory to even the best moments that would later mean nothing or sting you.
Just like these shells, they aren’t neither bad nor good, our being far is to blame.
Just like rivers meet, our hearts diffused to create this beautiful ocean. This ocean’s depth was my love for you. Like a magic trick, in just a blink, your heart left me.
But we were one ocean, weren’t we? Now what should this depth hold- just profound thoughts.
The eyes that saw you every time, that fixed the shape of you in every shadow, in every crowd. These waves are my eyes, the rising and settling waves, which weep more often than not these days. Each tear, each wave whispers something in my ears- ‘You’re gone, for better or for worse, but you’re definitely gone.’
These waves secretly wipe our names on the sand that we wrote together, the lyrics of the songs that we hummed together, and take the shells of our memories that we played with together from the shore.
I’m not happy, I’m not sad, I’m numb, just one of those I don’t care moods. These waves are taking the weights of my heart, the shells from this sand. At least, my waves won’t harm me, they’re loyal, and I know this.