Salt Air & Lingering Touches

The ocean breathes a sigh, mirroring the one I held captive for so long.
Sun-kissed skin remembers his touch – a fleeting warmth against the endless cool of the sea breeze. This straw hat shields my eyes, but not the memory of his gaze, lingering like the foam on these waves.

We built castles from sand and silence, promises whispered with each retreating tide. He said he loved how I tasted like salt and secrets, a wild thing tamed only by the rhythm of the shore.

Now, just footprints remain, fading with the water’s gentle advance. But some imprints run deeper than the ocean floor, etched onto my soul, a haunting melody.

He's a phantom limb now – I feel his absence in every gust of wind, taste his ghost on every salty kiss. Perhaps that is love's true art: to linger as a beautiful ache long after goodbye.

Editor: Lyric