Follow a trail of kicked up sand, that ends at the water and starts at the van— that was the summer I’ll always remember as the one I broke up my band. The one where the waves crashed over the rocks and we watched from the cove, searching the salt air for words that weren’t there. Words we’d never find. That was the summer I’ll always remember as the one I left Josh behind. The one I learned how fragile a feeling could be. Like the way the wind passes through your hair as you run towards an ocean, shoes in the black sand, chasing the shadow of someone you aren’t anymore.
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