• Where Are You?

    Where are you?,
    Can you tell me how the story ends?
    Theres a chapter missing somewhere in my heart.
    Where you would sit for hours and write about the things we did.
    Fill my pages with stupidity that makes for the memories.
    Of August when the summer sun would set,
    You were the perfect siloute along the shore.
    Where we left our footprints, and said it was forever.
    But then the ocean tide came up and swept you in heart