By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2003 Apr 29 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.29.21.03.31438]] |
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. |