Sand.

Yesterday
We walk hand in hand, glancing at the sunset, our eyes, leaving each other for only that moment. I want you to hold me forever. Together we belong.

Today
The sunset is all that matters. As I look back, our imprints on the sand bother me. For they are succeeded by a single pair of slow, soft ones.

Tomorrow
I want the waves to wash them away. All of them. For then maybe, we will cease to exist.