Built on the edge of the ocean,
the sandcastle is put together one piece at a time.
It becomes fragile as it continues to grow
due to the light waves hitting the bottom of the sandcastle.
When you believe you have completed your sandcastle,
you look at it with satisfaction
with the feeling that nothing can knock it down.
Only then does a massive wave come crashing down
upon your hard work leaving it in bits and pieces.
You can try to rebuild the sandcastle
in the exact same spot where it originally was built,
but more waves keep rushing in and knocking it down.
After a while, you give up trying to rebuild your memory.
There's no point in bringing something back up,
knowing it will only be pushed down.
As much as I wanted to rebuild my sandcastle,
it was useless.
She lives on in this memory,
and while a little part of me wilts inside everytime I see her,
I know my sandcastle cannot be brought up again
because she has already brought down the wave
that crushed all of it.
As for a future reference,
I told myself not be be the wave that crushed
all the positive points in life
but be the person who attempts to build the sandcastle
even when everyone believes all is lost.
3/30/16
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A/N
Although it doesn't say right in the poem, this is about a girl who used to be a friend. If you make the connection, yes, this is the ex-friend from the first collection, but no, it is not Ashley who was mentioned later in the story.
Thank you to BossinaDestroyer9000 for commenting earlier.
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