Nomad Love

She clutched his hand tighter.

She knew he was nothing.

Nothing but another traveling heart looking for something,

but not quite sure what.

A beach towel wrapped around them;

they stood just close enough to the sea to feel the waves kiss their toes.

They stood in silence;

watching as the sun woke up and the tides swirled about.

The fog of night was slowly lifting, carried out to sea by the currents.

The others lay on a beach chair,

pretending to fall in love.

It was calm and peaceful;

the sand cool and the air crisp.

The brightly colored chairs not yet set out for the European vacationers.

Soon the beach would be buzzing with distant languages, blonde hair, and tiny swimsuits.

She leaned her head against his chest and he held her closer.

Chills racked through her body as she listened to his heartbeat.

She was content in his embrace, although she knew it would soon end.

She closed her eyes, trying to commit the feeling to memory.

The feeling of a simple love that connected their two traveling hearts.

Those brisk moments of sunrise were enough for her.

It was all enough.