left to weather

 Cold and silent as the stone
I sit still
unable to move
I am left here
to weather the weather,

until I become,  a million pieces of sand
destined to find my way back to you.

will I find you, when I look into your eyes?
will our love turn stale and taste of sadness upon my tongue
A lack of conviction has cost you,  respect
and with it my open palm,  up-turned
in readiness of your warm, gentle hand.