In her absence he could hardly breathe.
At 82 years his mind was failing, but his heart would always remember.
Every day waking up to a beach sunset without her to share it with him...
She always loved the beach.
He remembered their first meeting, and how they watched the waves roll in and back out.
Holding hands as shyly their eyes would meet.
Shed look away and blush.
In his mind theyd always be 17 and in love.
She would be here, and theyd watch the ocean together and the sun peek up in the horizon.
As he tipped his paintbrush in for the last few strokes on the painting...
He stepped beside her, took her hand
And in that moment they were both 17 again.
She was here, and they were happy in love.
Watching the waves roll in and out.