Sandcastles
Sitting on the dunes as the sun has set, the remaining warmth eager to meet your cold hands. You’ re looking into the inky sea, as waves lap the void over the horizon. The pearls of shimmering stream into lines as the waves pull. As you promise me, this beach is safety.
Hands clasp mine, coolness a refreshing jolt. I am looking to the stars, dotted like footsteps, pressed into sand. Their light flickers dully, showing stardust streams in meteors to the ground, just as I started getting used to you being around.
The sand heats to the temperature of the star. As glass shards decorate the place our footprints fell. We look to the silver streams as they continue to rush into the sea, boiling, bubbling desperately towards the moon, billowing into the glass dunes.
You scream it to the tune of the waves crashing, that I ruined it all. While I remain sitting, you play with the sandcastles you wish to stay.
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