The Dust of an Embrace

Fingertips in my soul

Footprints in my mind.

How can we ever know when we’ve reached the final time?


You told me we’re all just passing through,

But when I reach your destination

Will you be passing somewhere new?


Left but never faded

Only sharpened to a point,

That my heart swallowed

Longing to follow.


But tomorrow’s tide washes our steps away


And our hearts will decay,

Until all that remains

Are disintegrated fingerprints –

The dust of an embrace.



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