The footprints I left on the sand

Might be washed away.

The place where we stayed

Might vanish.

And your goodbye waves

Might be lost in a packed street.

But the silver lines of your eyes, and

The heat of your lips

Like the beats of my heart

Will stay.


So I‘ll wait,

Till you’re back.

We ‘ll walk, on the beach, hand in hand.

We ‘ll sleep, on the hay, unapart.

I have faith (that) you’ll be back.

For you-man, should begin

Find your path

Back your home,

‘Cause  your heart,

Knows I wait.


By Ha Pham

March 2012