Your feet slipped on the remnant waves
That had wandered from the edge of the paper shore
I wondered if your tears were a mirage.
You began to raise a memory-soaked hand
To wave goodbye, yet you let it drop
Like a bird of sorrow shot from the sky.
It was as if you feared the memories
Would fly away to a distant land
Clamp their jaws upon freedom without saying goodbye.
If they flew away, I didn't want to
Shoot them from the sky.
If I'd turned my head back, I feared I would disappear
Like a shooting star nobody would wish upon.
I chose the road of boredom
To brag of my journey of a thousand miles
When in truth, I didn't have the courage to take a single step.
I stare at the sand beneath my guilty feet
And watch the waves wash me away.
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)