July 18, 2015

  • lost

    I held it as a handful of sand, clenching my fist
    to hold it there.
    Yet, bit by bit, it slipped through my straining fingers.

    Now, nothing but memories of every smile, every kiss,
    and, above all, every word.
    For 'twas not into my ear you whispered but into
    my heart.
    'Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

    And when I opened my tired hand and found my
    love was gone

    My handful of existence has vanished.
    My love is lost..