Sand Comments

You have broken down my walls as if they were made of soft sand
Soft sand that gently goes back to the sea and is washed away like a memory I try to grasp onto, yet it slips thru my fingers
Glimpses of you and your words wash away with the motion of soft waves crashing onto the shore
I sit with my toes in the cool water, time passing me, yet I am unable to move grasping the sand between my fingers, holding onto it as if holding onto you
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