I walk along the beach again

I walk along the beach again
by David N. Muxo

I walk along the beach again;
my eyes swim in the waning sun.
They dance along the waves;
a loving waltz, a ritual round
to summon you to my side once more.
And yet I stand alone, the music
of the surf somehow not right.

I hum the tune we shared
and try to feel your warmth once more.
The gulls join in, but cannot
save my dying song.
The silence strains my ears.
Alone again, walking on our beach,
I am myself.