I hold a fistful of sand that the wind blows away.
A few grains sit in the crevices of my fingers, but I have no use for them.
I want to keep the beach and the waves.
I want to keep the sky, the sun, and the clouds.
I want to keep love, but it doesn't want to keep me.
I could say and do anything, but it just stands there with an unblinking stare.
I could love you 'til there is nothing left of me,
but I can't hold you within me, you've torn your hand away from mine.


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