Footprints, on the sands of time
Remind me of your hands in mine
When my world was filled with ecstasy
Of joys of heart, and joys of mind.

My memories don’t fade away
They’re clear as blue, not shades of grey
Making home in my heavy heart
They weigh it down, day by day.

And when I remember, your magic touch
The world I live in, isn’t tragic much
I feel them there on the trodden path
Your scent, your gaze; and other such.

Your smile that lit up my empty soul
Your smile that was full, and plenty and whole
A smile that filled up my vacant heart
Like an ocean surrounds, around an atoll.

And now as I hold you, in my thought
I revisit memories, lest I forgot
To brush off the dust from the cover again
Of a story that was there, a story that was not.