Why?

Sands of time beneath my feet.
Cloudless sky above.
Day would seem to be complete,
but you're not here, my love.

Gentle breeze runs through my hair,
dries an errant tear.
Seagull soars without a care.
Air is crisp and clear.

Bonfire remnants on the beach.
Bottle bears no message,
or is the message out of reach?
Little crab seeks passage,

carried like a stowaway
on the floating bottle.
Where he goes, I cannot say,
but he needs no paddle.

Would that I were like that crab,
carried by the ocean,
days no longer dull and drab,
motionless, in motion.

Waves are rushing to erase
my footprints in the sand.
Why can't I recall your face?
I don't understand.

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