Names in a Sandstone Wall

A declaration of love etches itself deep into a bed of soft sandstone. The kind that's hastily scratched on with nothing more than a stone found on the nearby ground. The letters are shaky, imperfect but the heart that binds them is true. Some initials are old, some much younger yet all possess the flair of emotion that their carvers had. Inevitably, they will be washed away by wind or by water, nothing lasts, not even the wall which they are etched onto but in the moment, there was love.