The loss of a man
“Silence. That’s all I heard. Just a constant reminder. I gripped the sand in a fist. Every time it had just trickled out and left my palms just like everything else had.  The clouds rolled over the ocean. The sun had gone away.
Shadows were cast over the green plants in the sand dunes.
Everything was dark.
I kept picking up the sand in desperation to hold onto something. . The tide had rolled up to me. It took whatever sand that was still left in my hands away from me. Just like how life robbed me. I had nothing. The tide had come up again. Although the water had looked dark, it reflected my face, and whatever light was still left in the sky. It was like a sign. A sign of light in the dark. A sign of letting me see the good out of this. But then rain drops fell on the surface of the water. It broke up the image of my face, and the light around it. The tide then was returning to the Atlantic. I felt like I was in a 50’s movie. Everything was so gray.  And quiet.
After I got up, I walked along the sand. My feet sunk into the soft, wet sand.
My body was sinking.
My mind was sinking.
I walked along the shore line. Everytime I got sand on me, the tide would roll up and wash it away from me. After everything that had happened, I wish the tide could wash away the thoughts. I couldn’t get away.  Everything will stay gone no matter how far up and down the shore line I walk.
It was just a feeling I had. I cant believe its over.
I turned back around. I realized this was all more than a goodbye.
I kept walking back to where I started.
I was thinking to cheer me up.
I remembered a quote from a long time ago. It read ‘you can close your eyes to the things you don’t want to see but you can’t close your heart to the things you don’t want to feel.’ And right now, nothing else in the world had ever been more relatable.  You really can feel it when part of your heart is taken. You can feel a piece of you is really missing.