Down by the sea at night, in dreams, we combed those sands for diamonds, keys, and camera parts. Walking barefoot by the blue light, with the damp winds screaming lullabys in our ears. We kept on searching, speaking of simple things, working until our buckets were nearly full.
Just until the salt water heaved, and the tops of skyscrapers rose from the depths of the Pacific.
I would hold your hand so tight I thought your bones would break, as your city swallowed you whole.