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My toes dug in deeper, at first basking in the warmth of the hot sand to later burrow in the chilled -slightly moist sand that lay underneath. Darkness removed, I opened my eyes to reveal a smokey sky, lit with salmon and lemon hues. Budding star lights years away. 



A wall existed around us, of distant chatter: the hum of laughter and muffled ipods. you lay next to me in your battered old vintage blue tee-shirt you found in that salvation army last fall. My finger tips traced the line of your lips, falling now and then upon the sharp brittle stubble on your soft skin. 



Your hair was still black back then, as now it is riddled with grey -giving you that aged and cultured kind of appeal. Our glasses clinked up against one another as we cheered on to another year, a new day, and the beginnings from which we came. the past that we eluded. 

your eyes twinkled as you laughed, that deep earthy feel. but you looked away too soon, and i knew. but what i knew i was not sure. only that you were far away -too far for me to reach again.

the smug summer faded into a brilliant fall and you faded from me as well. where the leaves turned bright and golden luster evanesced and the chipper subdued. 



now the snow falls, the first crystals melting on the carved granite. i stand before you as if i have something to offer. but there is nothing for me to do for you anymore. no kisses, no stolen eyes, no smuggling hugs and thoughtful notes on pillows. when was the last time you brought me breakfast in bed? my mind betrays me. 

time is stolen.