JUPITER, FLORIDA

Beneath the citrus sun, we strolled, two shadows that the palm trees spun. Now tattered sails, our story comes undone, whispers on the wind, a symphony unsung.

Our laughter echoed in the ocean’s sigh, shared dreams painted on the cloudless sky, how did we arrive from high to nigh? Love is a comet that dared to fly.

The sweetness of the orange groves we tasted, ripe moments of affection never wasted, yet, bitterness has those memories basted, two hearts once intertwined, now spaced.

In Jupiter, Florida, where the sea turtles play, we fell together, then fell astray. From love’s fervor to the sting of dismay, our tender season slipped into gray.

The boardwalk memories are now worn thin, where your hand left mine, let the tide begin. The salty sorrow, it tastes like gin, echoing the regret beneath my skin.

Stars strewn like shreds of our dreams, night cradles the silence, the quiet screams, what's left is but a stream of moonbeams, a love story lost to the Gulf Stream.

Our footprints fade on the ivory sand, erased by time’s relentless hand, we tried, we failed, we could not withstand, the fragile fortress of love's demand.

Where the mangroves weep, our love lies buried, a secret to keep. Gone are the promises we swore to upkeep, yet, in the hush of waves, your name I still seek.

In Jupiter, Florida, under the weeping sky, we tasted of love, a bittersweet goodbye. Forever etched in the ocean's cry, two souls, lost in the surf, now passing by.