i walked along the beach this morning.
[i thought about you.]
i didn’t find a space, in all that sand, that someone hadn’t walked before me.
so i stopped stepping in footprints and tried to weave through, creating something of a path of my own.
and maybe one day i’ll leave footprints in the sand of your heart – and one day after that, they might carve the only trail. where the tides of time, or perhaps me, will wash clean the paths of all those loves who walked before.