Buried Imprints

In a not so distant yesterday
I held onto your arms
In a tight grasp
Afraid of having to let go
Of who I thought we were
Unsure of what would become
Of our hearts
In the distance and solitude
Where only our minds
Could possibly touch
Or go astray

Saying good-bye
Was almost too easy
As though there were no more threads
Left of the strings between what was
And what could be
I guess we were tired
Of night dances
And daytime wishes
That couldn’t erase the emptiness
Between what was
And what should be
Of an existence entwined

Love is funny
In the sense that it never ends
Even after you’ve let the last pebble of sand
Slip from the grasp of your fingers
So that it can become free
To find what it now wants
Becoming just a memory
That fades slowly
Like the light of a sunset
Returning only in pictures
Captured by time’s stillness
Forgotten until the lines of the imprint
Rub up against today’s reflection