We walked along the empty beach,
Pelicans and bright winter sun.
I look up into the sky,
There is no crack, but I can hear the drum.
Heart’s beating, I glanced at you,
your eyes bright and deep,
after all the years
that had gone through.
I am the sum of a thousand pieces,
some of them I left with you.
The wave marks the sand, until another comes again,
but the sand remembers one particular mark,
savor it now and then.