when I miss him most
I walk to the beach
the memories are always clearer there
on the sun-warmed sand
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I can certainly relate. I grew up next to the beach and each time I set my foot backon the sand, a thousand memories come rushing into my head. It's almost overwhelming.
This is another winner, CJ! A beautiful memory can come sweeping in and sometimes just knock us right over with its power. This poem is very powerful even in its softness.