Fading

I am afraid
you are fading from me.
Like grains of sand
slipping through
the clenched fingers of my hand

I use a piece of driftwood
to draw your face
in the wet sand
remembering
the curve of your smile.

searching
for your lips in my memories
wanting your kiss
to breathe once more.

Needing
your eternity to live again.
I can hear you
across the waters
Or is it the southerly ocean breezes?
Leaving the salty wetness
of your last kiss
On my face