I long to leave my footprints
On the sands of your mind;
To doodle with a piece of driftwood
In hopes of engraving myself into your memory.
Though I know the waves of your imagination
Shall soon perhaps wash every trace of me away,
I will remain stubborn and persevere.
I wish to whisper my name
In the background of your internal monologue
So that you do not forget what my voice
Tastes like in your brain.
I wish to be the pens and pencils you grasp
So firmly in your grip;
The keys you always remember to take with you;
The notebooks you let your
Mind wander around in.
But I know that I will fade,
A polaroid picture sitting out in the sun.
A pen you’ve used much too much.
I will fade,
And your memories of me will drift away
Like grains of sand in the wind.
Hold me for as long as you can.
Take a fistful of sand,
And you’ll see that because I am broken into tiny little pieces,
I am never to remain.
