Prosaic Poem, or, Look What I Found!

I drew in the sand.
The water silently washed it away.
Love, years, seconds,
faded into the great tide.
The heart in the transparent water
would wash out,
fade away,
blend in again
to the expanse of sand,
and the remains of hearts drawn before.
By the whispering current,
nothing remained.
I was washed away,
and so were you.
I drew in the sand.