sand

august

we laid on the beach and looked at a million stars
i’m still finding sand everywhere
my hair, my socks, my bed, our bathroom floor
but it’s over
all i have now is sand
and those cheap sunglasses
because you took back your sweater
and you drove home
i hope you take your shoes off one day
and a bit of sand falls out
and you think about that last night

 

january

sometimes i still find sand in strange places
in my carpet, at the bottom of my backpack
but it’s from a different beach

i’ve had this one in my drafts for way too long

xo, rachel

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