Where Are you now ?

I came back here to see you after all this time, only to find the sand you may have played upon and nothing more than the infinity of the sea beforth me.  With a handful of excuses in my pocket I remain silent, for nowhere to be seen is your soft skinned face, your smile, that I have never seen.

My second pocket holding another handful of plans and wishes that now fly away like the sand I rest upon.

Questions that roll through my mind like these waves upon the beach, unable to bring with them reasons why your presence today is not here.  I cry softly even though I know that I can lay a thousand rivers,   your presence will not be seen.  So I rest alone on this sandy beach, wondering how you would have been if you would have made it to this world.