By Laurel Ahlfeld
Date: 2003 Apr 29
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Handful of Sand

I feel as though you were my handful of sand,
and I held you so tight.
You were so precious.
I would not let you go;
not this time.

So I held you too tightly- too confidently.
I never noticed you slipping away grain by grain
into another's hand.
Hers carelessly caught all of you.
Perhaps by accident.
Perhaps by fate.

I only know that last night
there was none
of you left
with
me.