18 March, 2014

Another Round

If I had another day
I'd spend it with you anyway.
If I had another life
I'd still want you in it.
Old love moves on,
Even when nothing new comes along.
Days keep breathing
And the tide rushes out.
The cold waves drown my feet,
My jeans are wet,
But I don't care.
I love the push and tug,
I love the pull and drag.
Sand in my flip flops,
Sand in my car.
The sun falling down,
The wind picking up.
A day, a night, another round.