The sand was wet so it held the impression of my two feet, and looking back on my exposed trail I was ashamed.
Thinking that a couple, young lovers, hand-in-hand, and hours later, might pass by these footprints.
They would have pity on me, a soul forced to walk the beach alone with only the companionship of thoughts.
And after they walked in my tracks, after they saw how perfectly their feet fit inside mine,
I hope they held onto each other a little tighter.
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