Walking hand in hand through the glistening wet sand, as the water lapped at their feet the young couple did walk without a care in the world. Without warning the surge carried them far out to sea where they were together forever, just a memory of what could have been.
I cry when I remember the walk to Scarborough Beach.
I cry for the loss.
Hand in hand the young lovers strolled along the beach, reveling in the clear blue sky, feeling the kiss of the sun on their nearly naked bodies, admiring the sea gulls and pelicans, and appreciating this perfectly spoil-free day, when they stopped to embrace and exult in the wonder and beauty of all that life had to offer.
Then they spotted him, lying at the edge of the sand dunes, his eyes closed, with his arm extended, the syringe still protruding from his bleeding veins, and it was at that moment that their innocence was stripped from them much like life had been stripped from the young drug addict.