Walking on route along the Bolsa Chica Shoreline <br />I turn my head to face the waves of the sea <br />Tasting salt in the air with ringing in my ears <br />Waiting to hear the faintest whisper of your name <br />Amongst the crowds of people at bonfires, I look at womens' faces <br />Hoping I might somehow find you there <br />I keep pace for miles to come, searching for you <br />Every runner, every bike passing, every sitting couple <br />Discussing their problems, their jobs, their lives <br />I listen to them all, wonder where they're going <br />Who they are, and where they've been <br />Will I find you here? <br />Amongst all the faces, <br />Amongst all the crowded places, <br />staring at the sea? <br />Will you be thinking of me, as I walk upon you <br />On dusty shorelines and bedrock ridden bottoms <br />Will you ever be thinking of me? <br /> <br />I sit on the sand and read Velocity by Koontz; <br />His coma patient tells me, <br />'I want to know what it says... the sea' <br />Do I tell her that it is speaking of you and me? <br />Isn't the sand just thousands of tiny grains of rock, <br />Molded and broken by thousands of years at sea? <br />Like the memories of you and I, time has broken us <br />As the rocks upon waves of the sea <br />And with time, more time <br />They'll wash away what's left of me <br />And us, and everything we used to be<br /><br />Mikey Bachman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destination-unknown-grains-of-sand/
