Ephemeral by Nkateko Tshabalala

Nkateko Tshabalala | August 24th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments


If you didn’t know that the ocean will return to the shore and erase your footsteps,
would it have been fun to walk on the beach?
That the sand of your footsteps is the ephemeral lips of kisses that do not linger
The journey is only beautiful because it does not leave a trail
The coming and going seems to be a still moment stealing the journey of secrets
Everything fades back to its conception
the black and white of dreams when they were wild
The broken branches and twigs whisper to each other and conspire with ants to carry they away
The wind carries your scent,
the announcement of your arrival
There are no goodbyes, only memories.

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