We walked hand in hand
Here at this place in the sun.
Your skin’s oils in the sand,
Like memories, the washing away has already begun.
I chase down your path
Into the crashing white waves,
Regardless of the water’s icy wrath,
Drowning in the feelings my heart saves.
Freed of my earthly toils,
A baptism of bereavement is all I know this to be.
Anointed in your skin’s oils,
The water and my faith rise to encircle me.