Our Summer
We wrote each other's names in the sand
Then lay back as the gentle waves
Began to wash away our friendship.
There was nothing we could do to stop it,
Yet nothing could make us look away.
Where are those names now?
It's as if we never wrote them.
The sand is smooth and untouched.
The sun is setting.
Rodney Wood
Fri 12th Dec 2008 11:48
Nice idea simply told.