Taken By the Waves

Those eyes were empty like the gas tank of a deserted classic car on the side of an unfimmiliar back road.

The paint had been faded over the years by the harsh weather and rust had taken its toll.

In the darkness he could still see the wind in her hair, red like cherry waves as he saw his reflection in those large frame sun glasses that hid her eyes.

For a moment he could feel her warm soft skin in his shaking hands and smell the salty sweat of her pours on his finger tips. She was once.

Standing alone now on the beach with his hands in his pockets he looks out over the crashing breaks. They fought with vigorous strength like the titans of epic legend as they reached out to the beach.

The wind was strong when he stepped down into the ocean to join her. The water pulled him away and he saw the sunlight dancing across the surface as he sank.