Writing Your Name

Everyday I sit
at the edge of
the sand-filled, long-jump
athletic course, and
write your name
in big, bold letters
on the sand.

I hope, may be
someday, you will
come here and
see your name
on the sparkling
yellow sand.

Next day, when
I come again,
I see that
your name is
gone—sands
appear untidy
and tormented, with
imprints of raging
steps of athletes
everywhere on the course.

I start from the
scratch, and write
your name
again on the sand.
I close my eyes,
and hope, this time
you will come.
I gradually open
my eyes only to
see you coming.
But who you are with?
Who is that well-built
man holding your hand?
I can not hold back
my tears seeing him
kissing you and running
over your name with
his brutal steps—
your name is gone.

Tomorrow, I shall
come, yes I shall,
to write your name,
again on the sand,
but this time
with my tears.