Day At The Beach

On the beach I limped and held your weary hand

That windy day we slept well past noon

Too busy counting every grain of sand

To even have a ghost of a clue

I played in the waves like a five-year old

Timing my jumps with the rolling tide

I never looked to see you on the shore

Planning your scape and drying your eyes

Had you known for a week, a month, or a year

Had you been trying in vain to let me know

Somehow I never noticed your tears

And sitting there smiling I watched you go

I laid on back, listening to the waves

Humming a song that you never knew

The water wet your feet

As you crossed through the sand

And whispered that you'd be back soon

I never thought to ask you when

Blind to the sorrow you were laying to rest

I never thought to tell you to jump back in

And sitting there smiling I watched you go