Will you write my name
across the sand and
will the waves take your memory
to carry it around the globe?
Will flowers bloom on my grave in spring
and will you cry for me and mix your tears
with the saltwaters?
I’ll never know, but I’ll just love you
as long as I’m here and put those thoughts
into a small box somewhere
in the crowded attic of my head.
© Matthias Geh, 20th January 2018