FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND

Footprints
310,000 steps to make
through each one I carry you
your memory is razor sharp
it cuts deep, lacerates
crashing waves fill my senses
the foreshore is endless
blackened skies roll
waves crash and die
hurling themselves endlessly
I walk on
bowed with incredible weight
the emotion bursts in me
the tears form but refuse to fall
the rain strikes hard
disguising my grief
anointing my face
so that passers by
cannot read me
I realise I am holding you
The enormity of your loss
rises in me
a leviathan from the depths
of my being
and all that was
all that should have been
now embedded
in the wet sand
will be washed away
again and again
as the moon
soars in the heavens.

FOR S.A.N.D.S

​BY BRIAN MEAR