Tinges of orange and yellow,
permeate the sky, otherwise so blue, and mellow.
The swell and the ebb, of the soothing waves,
and your fingers running through mine,
i can’t help but sigh and smile,
everything seems perfect,
for a while, a little while.
But when i turn,
you are gone.
no traces of you,
no footprints, no shadows,
as if your existence was a myth,
our love nothing but an illusion.
You are gone,
like the sand slipping through my fingers,
like the leaves in autumn,
like the warmth in winter.
As my heart aches and breaks,
i know for sure,
every beautiful thing,
comes with an expiry date…