Your Brand

You weren't anonymous, this I know;

Not the breath of a wind, not a passing glow;

You were not just a footprint in the shimmering sands,

Nor a glint of gold in a distant land.

No, these things could be passed, and none would care,

A shell, a drop, a chip, a hair;

But you were more than empty hands,

And left me like a burning brand.