Your face left an impression-
In my hands I caress it gently,
As if no time exists between now and later,
Unblemished impression is all that remains,
The impression disfigures-
As the sands of the beach renews,
The waves bring in the cyclic continuum,
So do your memories bring about a change,
Underneath the water, lies the sands of past,
Beneath them lie the ones for tomorrow,
My hand is rigid, having caressed many others,
Yet your impression reconstructs it,
The next set of waves come-
Replacing themselves with the forgotten sands,
And I shall never fill this crater,
In which lies your impression.
