Jalama Beach

Strolled the beach tonight in darkness, my feet shuffling through the sifting sand, my arms interlocking unrelenting loneliness. Waves of white, frothy iridescence paralled my every step reflecting the watchful eye of a full moon but one day. One step up, a half step back as I struggled up a small dune burdened with memories, the very dune of defeat that last defined Nancy's ever weakening gait. Pulling and pushing, half carrying, one minute stretched uncomfortably to fifteen, both of us exhausted by the two of us having become one stepping up sliding back. Bent over catching our breath, the light of day surrendering to the darkness of death soon to visit, splitting the two of us asunder.