solitude

there was a time
when an embrace was
as bitter as a sunset

that time is now
as i watch your prints erased
by a tide i can not hold

the sight of your silhouette
leaving me sweet visions
of that which will never be

once again left to embrace
the thought of this reality
alone in this solitude

there was a time, today
when i saw it all again
as a reel to my life, extinguished