Remembering

Just jotting for a book I'm writing

I woke up last night wondering if our footprints still lied in the sand somewhere... if our marks still remained where we once ran to each other sheltered by the stars...if not washed away or replaced by  another who held no idea of the magic buried there. It was never easy walking away. I found myself gripping at the bedsheets that once held us in arms and legs. The empty space that kept me awake longing for that one breath we shared.. There was no falling back asleep...Not when I was  already dreaming.