Sand

Coarse, rough, texture
Grey, brown, color

Practically weightless in my hand
Falling, sifting between my fingers
Bouncing down onto the shiny surface
Deafening all other sounds, except the breaking of my heart, the sobbing of my soul

Coarse, rough, texture
Grey, brown, color

Final resting place on wood
Don't want to watch
Can't avert my eyes
Reality sounds hollow

Coarse, rough, texture
Grey, brown, color

Mixing with my tears
Etched into my memory
Can't believe it's real
Must be dreaming

Coarse, rough texture
Grey, brown, color

A measure of time
The hourglass has emptied
This moment stands frozen
As the glass is flipped