I can feel you slipping through my fingers
What we once had was so solid I could grip it.
At times, it was all I could hold on to.
Now - you are falling, falling, falling...
I see you fall into the soil.
I see the puddle of our past.
I see it slowly sinking.
All I can do is watch.
The sky begins to darken.
Maybe it will rain.
Maybe my palms will be full again.