Many years from now
She will walk
leaving her footprints
on the beach
expecting the world
to wash away
her feet
her soul
everything she is
and think:
'I do not know
where memories begin
perhaps
in the first notes
of an unknown song
played against the background
of the night'
She will listen
and hear nothing
and so believe
she has been forgotten
Still
my words
unread
will be written in the sand.
