Waves crashing ashore

Collapsing the sandcastles we built as kids

The best ocean view as the sun and horizon kiss

Seem like a distant memory of how I thought this would feel

As the sky seems out of reach

Architect within becomes without.

We begin going places rather make a home

Life isn’t a swing and a miss

Collect sticks and stones to protect what’s left

This is everything I thought it would be when I knew nothing

Take my hand, keep my thoughts like I kept yours

I’ll find a brick house that’s just ours with hardwood floors.

©TCOS

It’s past midnight here. Who told me to drink coffee? No one.

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