I walk these paths until
They come familiar,
Nothing but veins, to my feet.
My companions have no names.

It is you, or it is...
Time will be no different;
In time the sand forgets
It does not name the footprints.

In my silent life,
(it quells my soul in secret)
I am at peace with
This: how I want to understand
Is cheek to cheek,
Is mouth to mouth.

[When I am with you,
I pretend to be content with my life.
When I am alone,
I pretend to be content with myself.]