Remembering to remember

Each worn out track,
as I look back
burnt markers on this land.
Not blown away,
by windy days
or fingers sifting sand.
 
Those crumpled snaps
of head-back laughs,
to take us there again.
You coloured in,
with lines so thin,
a world that still remains.
 
We've held desire,
as logs to fire,
now naked in the hearth.
I brush your hair,
plat lonely stares,
red ribbons torn apart.
 
The fence too high
we climb goodbye,
our history on the wane.
I hold your note
to keep afloat
on saline in the vein.
 
You ask our name,
it’s still the same,
they wrote it on your wrist.
Our time goes slow,
you wouldn't know,
out drifting in the mist.