The sun was simmering down at the shore,
painting the sky in crimson.
The breeze carried the smell of bygone days.
I watched the seagull taking circles over a distant ship.
Everything was still and calm.
Like there wasn’t a past attached with that place at all.
Like no one ever visited here,hand in hand...
...no one chased the other...no one lay star gazing, there!
Perhaps, the waves did wash away the names I wrote here that day.
It’s true when they say, let bygones be bygones.