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3-3-04

4:16 am



You are my sand.

When wet you hold me together.

When dry you run thru my hands.

The harder I try to hold onto you.

The more of you that runs between my fingers.

I try to mold myself to fit you.

I try to be all that you need.

We took the time to build a castle between us.

But all I can do is stand and watch the waves knock down all we have built.

All I am left with is sand in my shoes and fading memories.

As I stand there and watch you clip thru my hands.

My hands turned white from the grip I have on you.

My fingers rubbed raw from trying to hold you.

My memories tired from trying to remember.

I watch as the sun fades into the water.

As the sand slips between my raw fingers.

I watch the waves ebb after they have destroyed our castle.

I watch the stars twinkle and try to renew my hope.

I watch the moon rise to take the place of the sun.

I see in that moon your face looking at me.

Your eyes and your mouth smiling at me.

Trying to comfort me and my pain.

I see you there in front of me, but my arms can�t reach.

I sit in the wet sand that once held us together.

And I watch you slip between my fingers.