These memories slip through my fingers-
sand falling with the urgency
whispers sweet nothings
that surrounds me in a dark soliloquy.
Your kiss lingers in my throat, too long.
We believed ourselves to be invincible,
dared to challenge the tendrils of time
and assured ourselves of our victory.
We couldn’t be more wrong.
I sit, washed in the tides of time
as the consecration of our love
fades slowly, no longer strong.
We spun a story of sand,
crafted a castle in our name;
not once did we think
about the waves.