Sand
They don’t talk about the beaches
you say
They never mention the beaches
What about them
We won’t have any
you say
The beaches will be gone
we’ll never have them again Sand
takes thousands of years to create
sad hovers above a café table
sand between my toes
Us
You
Me
things we did
never got to do
won’t do
The beach of us
disappeared by rising waters
time writes our names in the wet grey
carried out by impending tide
the very cartography of us erased
Or maybe we’ll dredge it up from the ocean
make our own beaches
you say
glint eye cynicism
we both know
even if this comes to pass
beaches your grandchildren can see
non-contextualized sand beaches
we won’t
won’t reclaim the past
with a fictionalized future