Wet Sand

All those happy moments
Beautiful sea shells,
Laid out in the soft wet sand,
by the first wave.
Dragged and crushed by the second.

Our footprints outlined
In petals

There by the wayside
Lies
The ravaged core,
tossed away,
Bruised and twisted
All that remains
After desperate fingers,
And a faithless heart,
Have plucked out,
All the tender petals,
On this path
To play
He loves me,
He loves me not.

That gleaming plaque of wood
Our names
Carved out.
Intricate care
Infinite patience,
Now rotting
Soft and blackened

A steady stream of tears

On soft wet sand.