Thursday, May 29, 2014

Writing in the sand

I remember the time
when I wrote your name in the sand.
They said, it will be washed away
if I just let it be.

I let it be, but not the sand.
It carries my heart
my tears, my laughter.
It carries the moments
when we held hands,
the times when I made tea
we loved to drink together.

The sand, the air,
the sunlight, the phone line
carry the conversations
not yet buried.


And so, I can't let it be. Not yet.  

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