I tried to hold on to our
love
as one would grasp a handful of
sand.
Yet, bit by bit, it strained through my tired
fingers.
And like the sand, I struggled to keep you there, but
your need for freedom was greater.
The harder I tried to grasp and hold on to "us,"
the faster,
your love for me faded.
It was at that moment that I realized most things in life
resemble this cycle.
The more effort I placed on "holding on," the more you
struggled to be free.
And,
like the sand, when I opened my hand
both
of you
had vanished,
except for traces, that still clung to my tired
fingers and heart!
