The sun always has its way of apologizing
for its premature departure.
Turning pink, orange and purple,
It tries to distract us from the bitter truth:
this day is coming to an end.
But it ends up being
yet another bittersweet seduction move.
A crescendo, an encore, a tease,
as flames of purple splash clumsily onto the sea
and the beach tries to cling desperately
to left over remnants of the fading glow.
This conspiracy had been planned all along:
the sand turned itself into a cold corpse,
forever taking with it the memories buried underneath,
and the waves had always known from the start:
you would drown,
In the same cove where you first learned to swim.
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books