Our Beach, part 2

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How does love end this way?
How can what we had fade away
Like the footprints in the sand
On the beach you loved so much?

Im sitting here, on that very beach
The waves dancing around my feet.
I look straight forward to the horizon
Cause when I look down, I see you.

The sky is a very pretty purple tonight
Your favorite color, it became mine too
Because every time I saw it
It reminded me of you

Similarly to the ducks that waddle the shore
I can see you running after them in my mind
I'd yell at you for bothering the birds but
Deep down, you knew I didn't mind

The gentle waves remind me of our dance
Neither of us new how, truly
So it wasn't rhythmic or graceful at all
But I still felt the love with your arms around me

The sunset pleads with me not to think too hard
The past is the past, another day goes by
I know I'll be back here again tomorrow anyway
Seeing you in every part of the scene

You used to stand here with me
We'd talk until the stars came out
About everything tomorrow would bring
And the sunset wasn't so scary anymore

I feel the tears escape my eyes once again
Just as salty as the ocean I'm standing in
I let myself cry out loud, let my sobs escape
And they get swallowed by ocean breeze

I finally bring myself to look down again,
My heart can't hurt any more than it already does
I see you standing behind me and smiling,
But when I turn around, you're not there.

I fall to my knees and scream out your name,
Begging you to hear my siren song again
I can't collect these shells by myself anymore
I need help, or this may be my final SOS

No one hears me, of course
This beach has been abandoned for years
I keep it clean, in case you come back
But lately it's been piling up too fast

You used to help me when this would happen
But no one wants to clean an abandoned beach
You've moved on to prettier skies,
Shades of pink and blue I suppose.

Down on my knees, I let myself sink into the sand
I think I'll spend the night here again,
Lest the crabs and the fish get lonely without me
And I'll dream of you, making pretty sand castles
On what used to be our beach

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