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Sands

sands-a-poem-of-regret

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

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