I stood against the wind
while the unruly, unwavering tide
reached out to hold my hand
and you were there beside
wondering how I would survive
when you'd finally gone
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it's okay, I guess
because I still remember you
standing on that sandy beach
staring out at the waves
breathing in the salty air
smiling at the setting sun
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"I could live forever at the beach"
you once told me
but you were already dying
and the doctors hadn't quite told us yet
so plans were still being made
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in a way, you were right