i hope that one day, should the lord grant me the license,
i will stumble across the love to last a lifetime, and then some,
and i hope to love like an hourglass.
for when things fall apart, they fall apart together.

two frivolous specks of cerulean sand
buried amongst a swarm of other indistinguishable specks
stick side by side, see through the uniform structure,
we're all here for a common goal, aren't we?
they see through the inevitable fate of everything familiar slipping by,
life slipping by,
its calamities slipping by, and then
they slip by,
hand in hand,
soul in soul,
intertwined; one,
resting atop the hourglass.