Tidal Drift

I was standing on the shore
In a place I thought I'd stood before
Where the waves lapped up against my feet
To mark the place where spirits meet.
Yours was of the finest gold,
Mine of silver, tarnished old
And they came together, intertwined.
I was yours and you were mine
I could see what you could see
I was you and you were me.
On that shore, our souls were one
Until the seams all came undone.
The links all fell to the floor
And broke me till I could take now more.
But I kept some scrap, some memento of you,
My tarnished soul and your golden hue
So I could stand upon the shore
And remember how I'd stood before.