Things we carry

Remember those unanticipated evenings
on the shore, by the sunset
building sand castles
choosing names,
choosing people,
decorating homes little flags, porches and windows
building little dreams
rejoicing like it were real
Leaving the shore 
with sand stuck between the toes
even after the castles were washed away
over and over again
Handful of sand grains in tiny shoes
like it were held together by some super glue

Things we carry-
Little memories

super glued, like it will forever hold