Thoughts of you roll around my head
like grains of sand.
So many I've lost count
and many are long forgotten.
Time slips away unnoticed
at first,
then becomes more and more precious.
I think of all the mistakes I've made
which you won't let me correct.
Which I would give anything to take back.
The tears begin to fall
An ocean to accompany
the Beach
where you and I first met.
We were young, and oblivious.
I miss those carefree days,
before all my blunders.
I have my ocean
I have my beach
I have my memories
and I have my regrets.
But, however,
most importantly,
I have my tears.