sands

i feel you slowly
slipping through my fingers
like grains of sand that
could not help
but escape from
a tightly-closed hand

i feel every grain of memory
digging into my palm
before it struggles
to leave my grasp

i try to hold on to every bit of you
no matter how little there is left
for me to hold on to
but it's no use..
'coz with each passing day
i sense the sands of time
reclaiming more and more of you
until someday soon
i suppose i'll be left with
my palm forced open
with the realization that
my hand has nothing more
to hold on to..