Bodies In The Sand Poem by Marcus McKinley

I loved you
but now I
must let you go
The weight of the sand
has dealt a crushing blow
as the hour waits
to be turned

Your love was only
as deep as the head of this shovel
Disheveled my feelings
now buried beneath the sand
This wooden handle reminds the callused hand that
the grains of hardship that fell upon us
are behind us

this peripatetic love
revolving to happiness
my pursuit
relentless
And the mere thought of hope
can turn
the hour glass of love