we were young

down the beach
we walked
my hair catching the salt spray

we talked
i can't remember about what
only that the sun
was fast disappearing
and we knew
our parents would soon be wondering

trying to hold on
to stretch out the week
the impermanence of the ocean
lapping at our heels

knowing we couldn't get lost
the beach one long line
we were young
gas station sunglasses tucked in your back pocket
we were young
unconcerned with little beyond boys
and knowing we wanted to be friends forever