No trace left on that deserted beach,
no trace left of the nudity
holding the desire in the water.
It seems even the shells have gone
because there is nothing to look at.
The tears that were shed in a love that was shared
are dry of emotion now.
No longer will they ruin our coffee.
But, today will be when I let my hair down
so the air undoes the knots you made with your name,
taking them where my coldness lives.
Because you will not be part of my skin,
never more will your desire get under my dress.
No trace left on that deserted beach.
Like a hurricane destroying all in its reach,
you left it empty in a sudden and foolish way.
But, when you come back and I know you will,
you wont ever forget
what the water once held
and then its salt will sting you
for everything you lost.