A grain of salt I keep
rolling back
between my fingertips
For not forgetting
If the feel could only be heard
might make the mountain shudder
It’s all the treasure
Buried
I’m just searching
A blur in a blurry background
twisting for something I lost
what could I do
Gotten by the old voice roll
like when I heard you way back when  
Now a disembodied voice
And sounds like forever goodbye
A Ring back from around the rim
and the sum it just is what it is.