january third

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            [rosemary sumter]
       
           
my car came to a gentle stop as my eyes averted to the empty beach reflecting in my window. i smiled, admiring the sun that was slowly rising, exposing its yellow, orange and soft peach colors to many eyes looking at the same sky.
     
"its beautiful, truly beautiful," i tore off my sandals and ran barefoot onto the sandy shore, the light grey sand felt like pillows under my large feet.
   
the clear water smacked against the sand, kissing it hard before leaving then coming back for more.
       
its days like this, i wish he was here with me, admiring the beautiful sun-kissed and moon bearing skies. i missed him, terribly. sadly, the world took him away, the very thing he loved most, grasped him tight and dragged him deep within the dark depths, suffocating him, stealing his innocent soul and replacing it with salty water.
     
"i wish you never went swimming that night," that was his escape, swimming until his arms ached and begged his salt filled mind to stop.
       
before he left that night, his delicate thin lips kissed my forehead and bare neck, they whispered, "i love you, i'll be back." and i am still waiting for you to return to me.
     
the sun fully rises, shining me in the face with its harsh rays of yellow, almost white color.
    
every time the shore and water kissed, i swore i heard the wind whisper his name.
    
i stood up, feet sinking into the sand, slowing my departure, i gave the beach one last look before i blew a kiss at the sky and climbed back into my car, soft tears fell from my eyes as i started the ignition. he always told me, 'never let this town hold you back from your dreams' i am following your advice, a road trip will help my scrambled mind become more at peace, this is what i need, yet it hurts to leave such a town that holds such a part of me, it hurts to leave what we had behind in my rearview mirrors.
    
"i love you,"
    
and i left with a unknown destination in my head.
    
 
[randomly written by me]
       

  

     

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