Where the shore remembers, salt winds still call your name,
white foam writes our secret, then pulls it back again.
I left my boots in the tide, let the ocean keep the years,
every echo of your laugh hides inside these shells’ ears.
Moonlight drips like whisky on the rocks we used to share,
I hum the tune you taught me to the breathing of the air.
If I wade out till sunrise, will the horizon return your hand?
Where the shore remembers, footprints never leave the sand.