we decide to go to the beach
and float in the sea
and soak in the sun
through the lens of the wave
and catch glimpses of the rays
as refracted dreams.
the salt tickles our wounds
but holding your hand makes the pain go away
and our skin burns
leaving bruises of memories
once called nostalgia
and now just remains of the past.
I put my foot down
and count the waves undefeated
I refuse to move until the moon shines above us
my heels bury our secrets
and i think to myself
that this will last.
we promised each other that we’d build sandcastles
our little fortress
with tiny gates
and promises of a future.
i guess we left the beach before we dug the sand
left before the tides could wash our embraces
left before the hues of the sun set washed us
left before the moonshine drowned our kiss
left before the lighthouse candle passed away
left in time to let
unfulfilled promises
run their course.
before the dirt in our fingers would reach too deep.
unmade sandcastles on a sunny day.
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