Slipping right between your silken, delicate fingers to plummet undeviatingly to the gelid ground below, grains of sand gather in a mound in the space between your feet and mine.
A single stepping stone between our two losing hearts, the grains collect until they cease to fall and proceed to be swept away by an effortless gust of wind until the priceless mound of fine sand, that took so long to collect, is blown away and lost as if nothing had ever resided there before.
With nothing tugging at the corners of either heart, our feet part ways, for any shred of love that has accumulated together is lost. In mere seconds, every grain of a memory, gone with the wind.
As well as my love for you.
