Against the wind

I am afraid that you and I
will be forgotten
I fear we’ll become a memory
written on the wind
that brought us close together
and now will blow us
far, far apart.
I am afraid that I will be forgotten
destined to be nothing more
than an restless thought
a fragment of a word
passing you by like an echoe
in the stills of your life.
I am afraid that you
will slip away in time,
in the hours when we’re together;
but I hide my fear and fight our fate
for there will be nothing else left
to desire, to love or to hate
when all we’ve said will be forgotten
when we will become memories
blowing in the wind.