I walked up to the water's edge
I wrote your name in the sand with a driftwood stick
And drew a heart around it
And watched
As the next wave washed over you
And smoothed the scars
My hand had left in the soft sand.
It was as if you'd never been there.
But then I could see
The faint outline of a heart
underneath the earth's silky skin.
They say the ocean of time
Heals all wounds
eventually.
Yet they will always be there
Underneath the surface.
As the surf washes over you
Again and again
I can feel a tender new layer of skin
Growing around the ragged edges
Of my broken heart.
