157

As the sun finally sets, and dusk settles in,Ā I write your name in the sand for the 157th time.
For the 157th time, the water rushes forward and laps it up,
as though to remind me that I should just forget you.
I write it again,
And before I finish the last loop, the water pours over again, this time rippling past my ankles in an effort to knock me down.
I sit back, sandy legs, sandy jeans, sandy ass, sandy scraped hands.
It’s too dark to see your name anymore, and I smile.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s