Glory days

Strange how I always wind up down here by the shore, watching the tide listening to the planes coming in people hand in hand paddle in the sea They chatter and laugh with the holiday spirit as I sit here alone and envy them for what they have. I see a couple silhouetted by the sea its like a mirror image of the two of us a mirage of when we stood on the beach and watched a sun set all of those years ago. I walk back through the busy town where revellers get their rocks off in all night bars and I just stand at the window wondering how I wound up alone when I used to have it all. I would go back there even for one day just to remember how it felt to be in love but the past is the past and you can never go back so I will make the most of my memories before they fade away and be ever thankful for the times that we had they were surely my glory days