Hey there Steemians! It's my first post and I hope you enjoy it.
Tiny prints decorate the otherwise dull sand
that shades the solid earth.
And in these embellishments
I cannot help but find myself the happiest I will ever be.
Even thinking back upon moments such as these
help me to find reason in so much sorrow.
Letting go was not the hardest part,
it was when your face began to fade, that my heart did so with it.
Yes, there are captures of life’s finest seconds,
though too few, too soon, and too fast,
as seconds always are.
My years with her seem to wash away,
as fast as those waves begin to wash over her tiny prints,
still visible in the sand.
Those recollections will always be pressed there, in a photograph,
Entertaining those thoughts
of when I could still hold her in my arms.
