They’d passed many
a time here.
Dungeness crab and
cherry blossoms and
a twining of hearts
that ended in union.

He could run for miles
on flat beaches,
while she’d spin poems
from sea spray and wind,
tinged with a hint of
wistful dreams.

This time the sky
was streaked with
sun and loss,
even as the tides came
to sweep out dust
and bring in truth.

They walked the sands
in salted homecoming.
His heart ran for miles,
her heart rang in hope.