Out on the sea we'd be forgiven.

I remember going to the beach with my best friend, watching the waves crash, listening to them fade away from the shore. Our cheeks sunburned, our shoes full of sand, our toes wet. We'd sit on a bench talking about our LA loves. Our faces brighter than the sun. Love can be so fleeting and so are feelings and so is happiness. I will never hear your voice and that is okay. You have taught me that nothing is permanent. And connections can fade and time will pass and i will always lose. I will always be forgotten.