When I stepped
onto her island
she was nowhere
to be found
And when I called out
the sound
that was her name
she would not answer

I would set camp
wait for her there
knowing my trespassing
on her doorstep
She would watch me
from afar

I would tend her fire
so that it would not die
as the sand drifted in
borrowed time
to reach the bottom
of the glass

I felt her