Fading Away

Fading

I am afraid

you are fading from me.

Like grains of sand

slipping through

the clenched fingers of my hand

I use a piece of driftwood

to draw your face

in the wet sand

remembering

the curve of your smile.

searching

for your lips in my memories

wanting your kiss

to breathe once more.

Needing

your eternity to live again.

I can hear you

across the waters

Or is it the southerly ocean breezes?

Leaving the salty wetness

of your last kiss

On my face