I fall apart
Let go of your hourglass I hold in my hands
Selfishly reaching instead for myself
Letting you drop
The hourglass shattering into a million iridescent prisms
I scramble for sand
Gathering it hopelessly in my hands
And watch
Sand slipping helplessly between my fingers
A plummeting paradox
As I grasp for some sense of you
Some comfort of love within the grains left in my torn palm
Red seeping through the scars that your shattered glass seared
Bursting through the seams of my fingers to all that I touch
A virus
A germ
Bacteria
Infecting all who come near
Spreading oil paint pain thickly across a canvas like dried blood's black
Tearing out my hair
Stressing
Pulling
Pushing
Loving every last drop to the bittersweet goodbye
A picture painted with the pain of your parting
Grains of sand ingrained from what was left in my fingers
Trying to summon some semblance of you
Some love
Some hope
Some peace
Some comfort from this never ending storm
Some constancy in the tumultuous tumble of time
Time I am with you
An hour in a week of loneliness
Spent
Gone
The clock's hands ticking closer to the end of our lives
The sand trickling down in your hourglass
Just before it shatters.
