A face without name
As I walk on a path in the hills
Counting the rocks
Under the beating sun
I cannot remember
I remember only to forget
That face
What’s the name?
There are memories
Faint visions but the face
The face is always sharp
In focus
Each step I take
I chew on words
Ruminate on these images
Fading
A figure waves
In the distance
As I look up from the rocks
And stop counting my steps
I was so close
But I already forget
What was it that I tried
So hard to remember?
We walk towards the sunset
Down the hill
Into the forest
And wait for the stars.
– Fu Lien Hsu
June 28, 2016
Beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you! Appreciate the compliment