I remember the stars the most–
how bright they looked against the
and how fiercely I wished upon them.
I remember, too, the waves as they
wrapped around my ankles.
The water was warm, and the
swell of the ocean was as
steady as a heartbeat.
The shadows stretched innocently
across the sand,
There is a sadness to them now,
perhaps it is mine.
I was so young then–
I should have wished for something