Sandcastle

I wonder if you’ll still remember
All the things you put me through.
All the lies, the way you built up
Majestic-looking castles
Made of sand.

I wonder if you’ll think of me
The way I ended up thinking of you.
I wonder if you’ve known even then
That one day, we’ll just be

Strangers who used to
Love, or at least
Care and deeply loyal
To each other.

I wonder if you still have that notion
That I’ll send you flowers when you die.
But I’ve known for years that we will only be
Strangers who used to promise
Forever.