Musings From True and False Lives

Memory

Wind.

A gentle breeze

Rustles the sand

That settles between

My fingers and toes.

Wind.

Stronger now.

Its strong gusts come after me,

And the sand covers me

From my head down to my toes.

Wind.

Gentle again.

It grazes the surface of the water before me.

Salty water and salty tears mist my face

And become one with the sand.

Wind.

It's gone now.

Faded into my memories.

No more sand, no more ocean breeze.

No more mists of salt to disguise my tears.

Wind.

A distant memory.

The sand is receding, the ocean is far from me that I can no longer see it.

I feel no salty mist on my face, no water droplets that once belonged to the sea.

I can feel nothing but pain.

Wind.

I don't recall it.

Sand, the salty ocean, all a mystery.

I succumb to my tears, felt all the way through my limbs.

There is nothing left to hide my pain.