I fell in love with sand
Pretty little beads of silica and broken shells and crushed rock
A little pressure, a little heat, and it would be glass

Sand is not solid
Beaches slip in and out with lunar orbits
So love got washed away
Love was replaced with seaweed and less coast line

When I was a child, I looked for perfect, unbroken seashells
As I grew up, I looked for jagged edges, and dull finishes
You can't hold sand