The sand slips between my fingers,
like time in a weighted hourglass.
I see the past in slow motion;
How many were here before me?
The question hangs in open air,
I see the words as incandescent writing circling ’round my head.
A couple walks the beach slowly,
and I see what could be –
The good and bad.
I slow the visions of my life as air fills my lungs at last.
A friend kneels above me, calling my name.
His voice I no longer recognize.
I hear it, as though through water.
His face is a blank mask.
I see no eyes, no mouth, no nose.
Who are you?
The words float above me.
If I am but a memory,
Don’t forget to remember me.