The Sands of Time

a steady flow of granules 
that cascade upon the first breath 
awakening our being,
slowly fill up the hourglass
of which we call
life.

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i peer into yours,
greeted by grains that
trace the contours of my auricle
and gracefully trickle down my neck.

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in your iris 
i can see 
the vibrant colours
of past memories fading,
slowly 
blending with the hue of the dunes.
birthdays, names, syllables,
just out of reach.

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i dive into a warm sea of sand,
looking for words that
fit between the silences
in your lapses. 

ripples form as i come up for air,
naturally, you turn
and listen, 
but only for your ears to tell you lies,
awakening a vacant, distant gaze
and a few words
that draw a blank.

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just like floaters in the sky
that aren’t really there
i catch you, 
adrift,
lost within a labyrinth of yesterdays
that never truly happened.

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and so, i find myself 
pondering,
should i seek aid for you
in the place where you will be last seen?

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forget it.

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amid the shifting sands of time
our bond transcends the
realm’s confines.
though memories may slip away,
our love,
like grains,
will always stay.