Ephemeral Echoes on Azure Shores

The sea air, a silken caress against skin that remembers too much. He found me here last autumn, a ghost amongst the dunes, and dared to sketch charcoal lines over my sorrow.
He said my sadness held a haunting beauty – such poetic extravagance! A man who spoke of shadows as if they were brushstrokes…it was disarming. I hadn't known anyone could see past the polished facade, past the carefully constructed composure.
Now, spring breathes warmth into this coastline, and with it, an unfamiliar stirring within my soul. He’s across town now, a successful architect designing towers of glass and steel—worlds away from these windswept shores.
A text message flickers on my screen: ‘Thinking of you. The city lacks colour without your gaze.’
Such melodrama! And yet… the way his eyes used to trace the curve of my jaw, lingering like a sunbeam...Perhaps some echoes are meant to be reawakened.

Editor: Art Deco Diva