It’s been a while since I’ve done #writephoto. Thanks, Sue, as always! Usually I do fiction, but a poem found me tonight. Maybe I’ll try a fiction when my mind ponders over it a bit more.

Shell of Love

I think of you, us
the beach that day
as if yesterday,
but like sand spilling
through fingers
time stole away
graying our hair
graying our minds
removing bits of us--
or was that me? Or you?--
Until we were not the same
sometimes not even liking
each other,
sometimes not even loving
each other
etching different paths
through sand
while the mind glistens
with fragile shell memories.

Sascha Darlington