Endless swells of sand

A boy who stood within them

A vortex of lines carved into the shore

The girl who drew them

Using driftwood as a tool to show him the divine

A forgotten soundtrack played to an eternal memory

Her spirit radiates exuberance

Her body was gyrating and glowed in the afternoon sun

Projecting a sense of bliss into the world

The boy wanted to be in a music video

He felt that this would’ve made the perfect scene

Dreams of companionship

(wife/husband/housemate)

Someone he could be around so he wouldn’t feel alone

They’re growing up

She will step foot out into the world next year

He will not

He will forever preserve that moment in taxidermy

But it exists as a single exhibit in a museum of memories

As many as the grains of sand in that place

Where the boy stood in the center of the sand drawn gyre

Memories being made

For when nostalgia turns back their gaze

To remember them.