Often it seems,
We walk alone,
All by ourselves,
All on our own.

But next to where,
Our feet land,
There's another pair,
In that sand.

So when the pain,
Is too much to stand,
Just reach out,
And grab their hand.

A guardian angel?
Or lost loved one?
Does it matter when,
All's said 'n done?


Feet in sand. Trinidad Bay, CA