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