I wanted it
and I got it
now I've let it
slip away
like sand
running through my fingers
too many fragments
to catch and save
time ran out
it was never even there
blink or you miss it
and now it's gone
unlike a vase
cracked and glued back
this can't be fixed
so I must sweep up the pieces
or cause pain
by walking on the shards
forever.
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