Letting Go.

Strolling along the serrated sand
A kite gripped within my hand
Warm breeze touches and caresses my skin
Memories just ,suck me in
Feet crunch over powdered shells
Lapping waves, a story tells
Close my eyes and hear your voice
Should I ring you, that’s my choice
Let the waves caress my feet
Warmth washes over me kind of neat
Look at the phone then tuck it away
I know the future anyway
Much as I care for you, it’s all just fun
Unleash the kite, start to run
Expelled a breath, letting you go
Flying so high, my spirit bestows
Running along serrated sand
Letting the past out through my hand.

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