One day,
The roof of this ancient building will cave
And the remnants held within
Will fade away with time,
And the hourglass will empty,
Never to be flipped again.

As the sand drops,
Dust will be left in it's wake;
A new home for stories and handprints,
Visceral imagery that screams,
"We were here."

Humans have always and forever
Wanted to be known,
You and I,
Wanted to be known —
Known by each other,
In those few hours we spent together.

This old building knows our story,
And our lives are written on the walls.
It broke my heart to see,
That our handprints had been erased.

It broke my heart because,
To disturb the dust,
Is to disturb the story.

At least,
That's what you told me
In that brief moment
So long ago.