Haunted by Memory

Haunted by Memory

We walk back to the place they stood
as morning mists arose to let
the night escape the day and leave
us standing still, alone here, waiting,
for the tide to turn away revealing

a day so haunted by lost time
and memory, the fading footsteps
all left in dampened sand that tell
of someone here for a short while
who shared these haunted moments too.