between we

 Footprints in the sand,
left there to retrace someday.

Love and longing,
sorrow and regret,
mistakes of human,
imperfect as we be.

Time and wind and oceans tide,
wash them away
before we know.




And we look back to see
path back to were we once were,





but the footprints, be not there,
blown and washed away,
but from in our hearts.

How do we get back to there
from this breakaway between we?