The Sand Poem by Erin Dawn Deneys 2

We were never meant to coexist, you and I, and in the end, in our own way, we consumed each other.
I went back for you, on the same day I followed you last, followed and found you no longer ranked me as your important other.
I dig long into the night, yet the sun never truly rises or sets here, does it my love.
You, like the sun, never loved nor hated me, then again I never gave you that option.
I cry in the hole, the same hole where I first buried my shame.
For in time I will find that there is no body in the sand.
And the sorrow that caused such blatant regret has passed with a sense of loss in the place of my happiness.
In the end, which is never truly the end, the follower will find; that in following he lost himself and was led to the waste land.
I see now the mists of death, but not the body that caused me endless, timeless nights.
It now sits peaceably on the sand, hat and hair fluttering, smiling the knowing smile of those trapped in eternity.
Now I am yours forever. In killing you, my revenge eventually killed me.
I did as all who had followed you had done, and followed you to my death. Trapped to endlessly dig your grave, only for the sand to cave in and bury us both.
Star crossed lovers we are, without love to make our story worth the read.
Why did you never follow me? Why did you have to follow him? Why did you not struggle as I took your life?
My questions stretch out and torment me like the falling grains of sand. And because of this, I can never leave.