How do I remember?
There is so much time in me.
Indelible tracks.
Lost diaries.
Is there a place
where nothing is ever lost?
The shadow of someone
still alive?
Who loves me?
A place where I can be found,
but the sand is washed away?
A street I never use,
or a day half apart?
They watch the tide come in,
and I
watch the tide go out.