Walking into the bar, he announced his arrival.
Heard her singing across and ceased moving.
“I long for the ocean”, a melody filled the air,
Waves that once lay still were now grooving.
The melody died but her footsteps grew louder,
His heartbeat paralleled as brown eyes met the blue.
All it took was a smile and a hello,
No one can tell then, how the time flew.
The night wound on and the tables turned vacant.
Scanning the clock, they took to their feet.
Stepped outside but neither turned away,
It was hard to say which heart skipped a beat.
Her singing continued but now the audience was him.
No matter the weather, it was their thing.
He surprised her with chocolates and bouquets,
Not soon after, he carried a ring.
Dressed in white, she walked down the aisle.
On cue, a tear rolled down his smiling cheek.
He promised her the ocean as he took his vows.
“Oh, but your eyes – they make the ocean look bleak”.
They began a project and called it home.
A home built not for two, rather for four.
The smiles multiplied and laughter echoed,
And it was the best shade their life ever wore.
Soon the home grew rather quiet,
That there once lived a family, you’d never know.
It was on a dull Sunday morning that,
His heart skipped not one but all its beats.
She had always been drawn to the ocean,
But her legs never quite touched the water.
Once upon a time, she had it all.
The all left, without as much as a see you later.