Footprints

Warm summer days, walking on the beach,
grains of sand squishing between your toes.
Imperfect footprints left trailing behind you,
waves obliterating them, as if you don't exist.

You stand still, mesmerized as they fade away,
as you ask yourself, why won't they stay.
Thinking when they are gone, will I disappear,
will there be a trace of me left behind in the sand.

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