Our Forgotten Love

I wrote your name in ink, then carved out the words slowly, precisely... intricately.

I made sure not to make any mistakes so my heart would never confuse your claim over it.

I ensured it remained there every day, watering a love that grew with quickening heartbeats and swayed in the wind of deep breaths.

Yet I watched the small wave of this other person disturb our calm sea of romance as the water splashed and dashed its way closer to shore.

And when the skin and bones of my fingers started fading into and became sand, falling at your feet until the rest of me followed, I was dragged particle by particle into a cold, lonely ocean of a dead love... seeing my name in your handwriting written in the sand for a quick second as the sea grabbed both it and me.

While I drowned in what used to be us, I saw you smiling down on her. Yet still, though my body was washed away from your side, your name could not be washed away from me and now my heart refuses to beat by my command.