On the beach I limped and held your weary handnThat windy day we slept well past noonnToo busy counting every grain of sandnTo even have a ghost of a cluennI played in the waves like a five-year-old childnTiming my jumps with the rolling tidenI never looked to see you on the shorenPlanning your escape and drying your eyesnHad you known for a week, a month, or a yearnHad you been trying in vain to let me knownSomehow I never noticed your tearsnAnd sitting there smiling I watched you gonnI laid on back, listening to the wavesnHumming a song that you never knewnThe water wet your feetnAs you crossed through the sandnAnd whispered that you'd be back soonnI never thought to ask you whennBlind to the sorrow you were laying to restnI never thought to tell you to jump back innAnd sitting there smiling I watched you go