"I'm fine really," she smiled sadly.
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked anyways.
She shook her head.
But the sea wind blew her hair into her face, covering the tears that fell. While he admired the landscape, she left him alone.
He never saw her footprints disappear into the waves.
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew Me
PoetryThese are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.
