Collaborative poem - final edition

No Golden Rules
by Poetic Ramblings

We walked the shore of San Francisco
searching for something intangible under the bridge.
The retreating tide left shadowy pools,
sad footprints of a fleeting past
sliding grains out into the froth
that had left our cups in the years
filling our lungs with what once was
regretting wishing the moments away

You stopped, seeing something in the surf,
while I looked out to the Pacific.
You told me you belonged away from here,
and already, I felt the distance pressing.
Our future crumbled beneath the weight of your words
as the sand that hugged my ankles began to harden.
If only I had the same adhesive effect
On the bones that take you away from me.