Just a grain of sand
Slipping through my fingers I can’t hold on to you
Just a grain of sand
Like sand, you slipped out of my hands,
A quiet drift, a fading strand.
No grasp could hold, no plea could stay,
You simply sifted clean away.
The harder I clutched, the less remained,
A soft escape, a silent pain.
Each grain a moment, lost and bare,
A memory scattered in the air.
Though empty now, my palms still feel
The ghost of you, so sharp, so real.
Like a kiss so hot so real,
Only a memory the sand wasn’t real.
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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