She noticed how the ocean hugged the shoreline in gentle curves and steep embraces in the same way he had once held her.
Watching the waves from her porch always brought her back to times where she hadn’t been so alone, so absent from the world, so gone from people’s memories.
Out here on the edge of the earth, it was hard to picture city streets teeming with life, hard to see herself driving those busy roadways like she once did.
Privacy was a treasure, one she had chosen, but remembering his face always made her wonder if she’d chosen right.
I honestly don’t know if this is poetry or the beginning of a story, but here it is for your reading pleasure.