Seagulls have been and gone
Beach sits still, so empty
Sky with no sounds is so powerful 
Sand is constantly bathing 
Drying out salts on the shore
The feeling that something is lost
Is growing like the wave
The sand between my feet
And time between my fingers
Salty tears arrising from the sea
Now We are both crying 
The sea tide against the ebb
Both threw few stones nearby 
And now
Slowly from behind
The song of the sky is back
Seagulls returning to rest with you
To help you to die