A Repost:

This is one of my personal favorite bits of my writing from my old blog, so I'm reposting it here so that even more people can read it.

Moondust

We'll trace her footsteps across the dust of the moon

Little patterns of the past

Tiny shadows that say

She was here

We don't remember her name

Not anymore

But she mattered

We remember that,

at least

She was here,

long cold years ago

She made a difference

Left her mark forever

We don't know what drew us here

Vague memories

Half-forgotten days in daylight

Places where there was grass and warmth and golden light

A long way away from

Dust and cold and light like old men's hair

We know the path is right

Nothing changes here

Not on its own

Nothing is clearer here than the past

So we walk

Tracing the old memories

We can't even remember now why she was important

But

We love her

Always will

So we keep following footsteps in the dust

Looking for someone long gone

Gone,

maybe,

before we were even born

Lost to the dust

Gone silver and cold

Nothing left of her but the dusty memories

Pulling us across a world

Looking forever

For someone we lost

And never had

In the grass and sun

Years past