The fossils of your youth

Etched footprints emblazoned

In windswept white sand

The empty cry of your abandoned conch

Tidal echoes of laughter past

An avalanche of lost innocence

In life experience and opinion

A skeletal sandcastle facing

Down an impending tsunami

Your fingers slip grappling an

Aging handhold in the rock

Worn smooth and fragile now

Swept away in memory and dust

Relentlessly falling

This place is not the same anymore

Weathered and eroded with time

And neither is the fractured person who remains

Remembering what could have been

Wishing your why’s and what’s

Wanting the ending to be

Different

Wanting the ending

To once again

Be young