Letting Go

I sit in a room full of people and think about how someday have to leave them

Scarier than that, someday I may only know them for who they were in that specific moment

They wash away and are ever changing like the sand

The beach I walk on is not the beach the people who came before me walked on, and it will not be the same for my children

It was still there

Those tiny grains of sand still carry my footprints even after they are long gone

Muscle memory

(The tides change, that moment will have to be enough)