our shadows made geometric shapes on the sand. when i kissed you, you tasted of saltwater. the white rush of crashing waves washed the grime from our feet, but our efforts were wasted. we ran on the beach time after time just to feel the sand between our toes.

we grabbed that summer by the neck of it’s shirt, and eventually our holds became too tight: it sputtered and gasped and in time it suffocated.

the decomposing body of so many starlit evenings became winter.

the magic was broken.

we parted ways with cold kisses that held nothing of those days near the ocean.