Left No Impression

What he knows – is how to fall down
how to scream aloud
how to wander around
and swallow pride.

You can say what you want
but the moon… is the only one
who’ll understand
and it knows……
that the anguish in his sea
is a life of things
that cannot be undone.

So they all watch
as she plays the tide…..
and washes out to sea –
his footprints far behind
so when he looks back
no longer is there a trace
- of him.

His shoulders hunched
as if a weight pressed him down
what else could he do
but avoid his own reflection
as he thought about her
but no longer
could he see himself
as he then knew –
he had passed through her life
and left no impression.