written while listening to the piece above. einaudi is amazing.

for x_A_Bookish_Brit_x , because she's wonderful and told me to post this.

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you're a memory and
your steps are printed in the sand,
and in the grooves of your hand
sit pearls that sink into your skin
and salt that wears your fingers thin
like a scattering of stars into the wind
that slip away out of reach.
words that i cannot recall,
and a heartbeat that echoes within the walls
of my head, and your tall
stories (that once put me to sleep),
a warmth that i want to keep,
and darling, you've sunk so deep
your footsteps are swept back into
the water, and through and through,
i see your eyes in the sky
and memories pass me by
and slip away, away out of reach,
while i stand on this beach
with a space beside me.
there are words that i cannot recall
and a dream that goes before the fall,
and it hurts that you cant miss me at all
in the place where your soul sinks too deep -
well, i guess i can pretend you're asleep
and not falling into the water,
where your footsteps softly creep.