The wind carries the salty air, past my face and into the marsh grass behind me. The sea oats planted on the dunes wave in time with the wind. I sit on the sand as the tide pulls away. Dreaming in shades of remorse, regret, and pain.
I know better than to feel this way. But my soul still cries for the things it’s lost. The spriteness of youth, the gift of freedom, and the spirit carelessness. All lost to the reminders of responsibility and obligation.
So I sit here my grey hair blowing from my face. With only messages to remind me of who I really am and where I want to be. Embracing the soul of one true love. Changing, yet never changed. Pushed by circumstance into the corners in which we reside. Misunderstood, made to blame, damaged yet glued together by love.