Sea Salty

Picking up some stones on the way
They turn into sand.. falling through your fingers
A subtle breeze takes it to where it belongs
They seem so far away..

Such good times. The sun on the sky
Climbing a tree, falling on your back
The warm touch of happiness
The mirror shaters. The picture crumbles

No.. please.. just one more look
One more smile at those memories
A song is all that's left
The ghost of your past


I miss the taste of that ice cream
I miss the smell of that town