More than me

In brief flashes of  white sands

where you wait for me,

I lost a breath or two, 

remembering where I left you.

Moments come uninvited and are gone far too soon,

leaving behind embers where a bright fire once stood.

All I see are visions of what was supposed to be;

In this death, enough to suffocate me. 

Once again I dreamed of you,

dying in my absence.

My being was shaken awake.

What is the purpose of life in death?

As I walk seeking embers of a fading fire,

your visions will guide me.

I shall dream again of a rekindled flame;

on the white sands, where I am you, more than me.