Ebb and flow
Soft goodbyes tumbled out of your mouth,
slipping through my fingers like grains of sand,
doomed to be washed out by the tide.
You drifted onward at the speed of life,
swept away by endless tomorrows.
When wheels bade farewell to asphalt,
and fields retreated before your eyes,
and cars resembled toys we used to play with,
did you think of me?
When your ears became acquainted with
the clack of pointed shoes on polished marble,
and your feet learned to step in rhythm
with the swing of a leather briefcase,
did you remember me?
I tumbled into the well of memory
searching for you, searching for
the wishes we once kept in our pockets,
the dreams we stored in glass jars
and counted on rainy days.
I clung onto a ladder built out of words
you whispered to soothe me when I was afraid
and warm me when I shivered at night,
words that had dried up inside me,
words that were no more.