If I go back to where the sea ends,
Will I see you?
Could we meet as we use too?
Will the laughter still be there
Or is there only now an echo?
We can talk as if time has stopped,
Walking along in the wake of the waves
With nothing but a smile to share.
Can I see it again
That teasing lift of the lips,
That shine of mirth in your irises?
If I go back to where we met
Could it all be as it was,
Could I find your arms waiting for me?
Your scent not fading,
Your fingers playing in my hair,
The voice of my heart whispering in my ear again,
Could I have it once more?
Would I find you there waiting if I go back?
