your hands
a dancing butterfly
as golden grains of sand
you couldn’t hold onto it
it didn't belong to you

You let it slip through
your pearly lips
big as the Titanic ship
and it died in a stormy sea
as a razor honeybee
after the sting
losing your flighted wings

You let it slip through
the cracks
you're a train that's
run off the tracks
you crashed

You let it slip through
into the future
as a ticking clock
hanging on the wall
and it stalled