I dwelt by the ocean, once


    Etching histories along the bone-white shore


    tracing with lines in the sand


    the chronicles of our revolution,


    Comforted by the rhythm


    and the roar of the tide.


    I remember her face


    So pale and still, never again to smile


    when the moon’s light fell,


    then stopped


    cold as silver upon the shore.


    There it flickered, trembling


    on a fragile thread of remembrance


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    from the endless nothingness


    little pieces of


    an unchanging stillness,


    as time distorts the past,


    borne away by the surge.


    The thought of her begins to fade


    her voice,


    the feel of her hand in mine,


    the taste of her lips,


    even the dreams of her


    are vanishing


    into the dark.


    In defiance,


    I wrote her name in the sand,


    then watched


    as the waves


    washed my memories away.