Memories Without a Face

Standing on the shoreline Watching life flow by Can’t remember how to swim Too afraid to try. The footprints are silent Leaving no trace Where memories of the past No longer have a face. It moves in deliberately Like a cloudy day Covering the mind And blowing it astray. Little by little It devours away Erasing the knowledge That once guided the way. Wandering like a lost child In a brutal desert storm Feeling the grains of sand Sting like a sharp thorn. Standing on the shoreline Watching the past flow by Unable to remember Or understand why.