I thought I heard music
But I don't anymore
What was it that you said?
A fleeting word as I went to bed
The word "or"

It was an ultimatum
A curse to choose
Thoughts clangored my empty head
I rose from my bed
What do I have to lose?

A head of liquid
  heart like sand
A day too insipid
  months too bland

Girl of gold
  and toes blue
Words to bold
  to say: I love you?

Through my fingers
  the decisive sand
A longing that lingers
  to hold her hand