House on the Beach

Now empty,
the house we once stayed in-
is a known residence of memories.

Sorrow has eaten laughter
covered in grim,
it’s not feasible for breath to survive.

Day in, Day out-
clashing of the waves,
only echoes.

With our names inoculated in sand,
the impious swell returns,
a heavy surf.

Lets return,
before we dissipate like ashes-
in anguish.