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