| Staring into the horizon, sitting on the beach, wondering to themself will they ever be complete? The breeze blowing through their hair, whistling in their ear, telling them that person is near. Sunset falls, darkness rises so does the tears in their eyes. It falls from their face, wets the sand, then someone comes up and lends them their hand. They take it with caution, anxiety and ease, wondering if they hold the keys. The keys to her heart, hoping it won't be shattered apart. |
