Strolling across the soft sand
I feel the grains caress my feet.
They beckon me to sit a while
Listening to my words they smile
And cry salty tears akin the ocean.
As my fingers move across them
Unsettling their places and companions
They watch me write his name among them.
My silent friends, they know my pain.
They know how everyday, I spell
The letters of his name on the sand
And swipe it away with a stroke.
It may be lost in the realms of the shore
But why doesn’t it move away from my heart’s core!