Seven

I always wrote your name with blue chalk because it looked so lovely when the rain washed it away. I always wrote my name with pink chalk because it matched. I always wrote your name with blue chalk because it was like the sea you were meant to be. I always wrote my name with pink chalk because it looked like the flowers you'd never bring. I always wrote your name with blue chalk because it wasn't permanent and never left any trace after the storms came. I always wrote my name with pink chalk because it was permanent, and I was always the one still standing after the storms came.