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.