The Rhythm of Saltwater and Sunlight

The city's heartbeat fades here, replaced by the rhythmic drum of waves rolling to my bare feet. I hold this bouquet like a secret promise—vibrant orange petals against the pale canvas of my dress, a splash of warmth in a world that felt cold.

His absence is still there, but the wind whispers it away as his hair dances with mine. Every step on wet sand feels like shedding skin; I am lighter now, breathing deep to let the salt cure old wounds. There’s something seductive about solitude when you finally find yourself again.

Editor: Lyric