My footprints on the sand
found their way next to yours,
Among the other ones
in this chaotic ground.
We could have walked side by side,
But I was a wind
blowing the sand—I didn’t want to wait for you to catch up.

I felt your presence behind me
under the summer sky,
But I never looked back.
She said I might have been trying to avoid you—maybe I was.
For what reason,
I didn't really know.

Perhaps the truth was to me a horror,
Confrontation a nightmare,
Afraid of something
these hands would never handle.

But when I closed my eyes,...