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Sand

In the wind

When I asked him

Where should I go from here?

Carrying a little jar of memories, all dusty and smeared,

Stufffed full of fragmented minutes, the loose ends of days and weeks

He smiled, but did not speak a word to me, opening his arms and gesturing to the sea

Then he turned away for the last time, and runs, vanishing into a life I cannot find.

You can't stop walking forward, because tomorrow always comes

That is what he has been trying to tell me all along

There is no stopping, the moment is gone

His footprints disappear

Washed away

Leaving

Sand

(And me)

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