Grasping Pebbles

Sitting on a log, thinking of you
The sun so bright, the shadows so slim
One could think it was summer again

Oceans between us, the endless depths of blue
And the crest of a wave that nobody caught
Leaving a salty dew

The sand it slips away, as in a glass it were
I reach and grasp, but only to find
The pebbles you shook from your shoe
They clink and rattle, and hit the ground
If only I could have found
You.