Footsteps pause at dusk’s first shimmer
Drawing breath along the shore
Gentle waves recall your presence
Filling echoes evermore
Every tide that brushed our promise
Spoke of journeys bending near
Salt and starlight wrote devotion
On the chords you used to hear
Hands once lifted by forgiveness
Kept their warmth beneath my sleeve
Every whisper found its harbor
In the hope we chose to weave
Somewhere past the drifting shoreline
Love survives the crash and churn—
Every rhythm shaped by leaving
Still is made of soft return