Poetry

Lines in the sand

slowly i’m waining
as i stop myself right next to you
it’s sad how the flowers have wilted
time makes them bow down to you

as the wind blows and the seasons change
the leaves fall like tears for you
i brush them away and run my hands
over all i have left of you

the rays are cascading
as the shadows
try to outrace the sun
time moves so slowly now
as i wait for yesterday to come

it’s so hard
i do all i can to remember
but it’s like trying to hold onto
lines drawn in the sand

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