Soft as the tide, a voice brushed close,
Beneath the hush of a setting rose.
Salt on skin, two shadows aligned.
Time stood still where hearts entwined.

The waves… they never ask why they must return.
They just do. Over and over.
Like the way I looked at you,
always coming back, even when I tried not to.

We carved our names in the sand.
You said the tide would wash it away.
But I hoped—
maybe, just maybe…
the sea would remember.

So hold this hush, just once again,
Before the stars forget the shore.
Let what was felt stay unconfessed—
A summer truth the moon adores.
If ever the night sings of the sea,
It carries a whisper that used to be.