On My Own

I turned around
and you were gone
and I finally knew
that our song
had come to an end
taken by the sea
half the faces
forgotten by me
have all changed
I remain the same
always estranged
a burnt out flame
always turning around
always looking back
to hear the sound
of the words you lack
I drive to the sea
listening to the radio
our song playing reminds me
of how we were long ago
I sit on the wet sand
watching waves crash in
wanting to hold your hand
and feel your soft skin
But I turn around
and I'm alone
yet to be found
always on my own.