Walking on the beach tonight,
I found a heart in the sand,
but there was only one name
written inside it: Bob.
I was sad,
writing his name and then
whoever was with him
just walking away,
leaving Bob alone there with his heart.
Or maybe Bob was a jerk,
and he was saying “I’m the only person I love.”
My foot was about to erase that pompous heart,
What if Bob had just survived a terrible loss,
and he was telling the world
he was ready to go on living?
being careful not to damage the heart,
I wrote in the sand next to it:
“the rest of us.”