The sand on the beach is course and abundant. Strolling through the memories of you. The smell of your perfume and the sound of your laugh, it’s all there in the sand. I look up at the sky and see my mind brightly shining down on me.

My memory gets cloudy as the sea washes over the beach. New sand from the ocean floor invades my memories.
I reminisce.

As the ocean retreats it takes with it some sand. Memories fading away into the back of my mind, only to resurface when the moon sees fit.