Wednesday, February 5, 2014

the june that got away

Some days
I want to stop time.
And pause.

One blink
one day.
Another day
another memory.

I try to take it all in.
Hold it in and close to my heart.

The sand
through my fingers.

And no matter how I try to catch it
or make it stop
it continues to fall
to the beach.

The sand will never be the same.
To pick it up
will never be the same.

and different.

But always sand.

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