Like sand on a beach slipping through my fingers.
Your voice left me as your body still lingers.
You had come and gone as a wave does.
Taking the sand,
your sand with you, not to be found, lost.
One by one, you took all the grains.
First your voice, then your gaze.
Finally taking all that was left of your face.
Some grains stayed with me, those I still have to face,
your back, your lip,
your neck, your hip,
your skin,
your scent,
our place.
Sand slipping through my fingers, getting more vague each time I think about our moment,
Now, sitting alone on my bed, you being absent.
I look out my window, in search of some clarity, '
but as i continue watching, I drift away from reality.
Covers turning into waters, embracing what needs to hide,
both of us out of breath, but following the tide.
The waves crash over our body's, pressing us into the ground.
I knew you'd try to get away, but prayed you'll come around.
As I was being pressed between the dry and wet, there were many things I'd like to have said, but it was as if we hadn't met.
You'd gone for the shore, leaving me stuck at sea,
all the words I would be screaming, getting lost somewhere between you and me.
You got away, not to be seen.
And suddenly I would solely see you in my dreams.
Were you not what you seem?
...
Yet I did know you, I knew you liked the beach,
the sand,
the waves,
not some of the grains, but each.
Then how come you turned to flee.
Is it me?
What if all that happened was not to be?
No sand, no waves,
no voice, no face,
no back, no lips,
no neck, no hips,
no beach.
Still I reach...
Really private story, and a long one with that.
Hope you enjoy.
J.