Sun-kissed

A poem by Anna Atsu

Farewell

Well, I hope is fair

The lipstick has faded away

Whether at night or during the day

Whether awake or asleep

However

I stand there, sun-kissed

clenching my hand, trying to speak

A handful of golden sand

Trembling feast

Wave

Chasing through my wet fingers

The golden sand of my drowning eyes

I would bite the grains

Just to keep them

Waving

But not all of them

He…