Sandcastles

Waves crash against sand once undisturbed,

Bittersweet salt stings in lips bitten raw.

The shore sings to the sea in quite awe

While the ocean pulls away unperturbed.

Its touch leaves grains of sand too small to see

In places you would never think to look

And water floods into your memory

 

From crashing waves, the storm clouds up above;

From tears tracing their currents on your cheeks.

His touch leaves traces like those grains of sand

The ocean pulls away, as does his hand.

The tide returns, not in hours, but week;

And you can’t move, wet sand covering your feet.