Sands
I wanted to be
a grain of sand
in your path.
I wanted to be
a grain of sand
clinging to your
hourglass.
A flighty thought,
a passing moment,
a nod and a smile.
All that I am is
a grain of sand,
an object of
frailty,
but never of
desire.
As I sit in silence,
on a dirty
bedroom floor.
My mind fills
with scenes of
what never
could have been.
Illusions of
a life not
well lived.
No tears fall,
no love lost,
Just a grain
of sand, and
that is all.
© 2021 Johanna Elattar