stone by the beach

on quiet days like these i sit back
and recall all the yesterdays
that have come back and forth
like the crashing waves touching the shore

all the laughter and the tears..
the good and the bad ....
the thicks and thins that came by ...

i guess when its goodbye
the only thing that is left to do
comes up to you

and as waves come by
what is salty is something that
either is a part of me
or the water that never runs dry...