Down by the sea and the sky, we walked and talked
Until the last light bid goodbye. My coat kept me
Warm but I missed my favourite hat which I lost last year.
You balled up both of your hands to keep them warm, we
Turned and walked back on the sand. The wind roaring
Loud in our ears, we made our way back to the harbour lights.
It seems with our coming of age, so much has changed but
So much it still stays the same and will we be
Having the same conversations again this time next year?
The same questions dwell on our minds – how hard should
Seek before you shall find? Perhaps that is
Missing the point but something has got to give.
Or perhaps time will find us here again.
