Discarded On A Beach
The sun sets, the water darkens
the tide(eternal) swallows the shoreline.
The sad eyes of a lover
the look that yells unspoken "Don't go just yet!",
the empty plea for last call
the final drink for the last time.
Attachments(possesions) are grains of sand,
each wave(time) consumes them
until all is past.
To whom it may concern:
Do not wait for me
tommorow I will be gone.
The mistress has called,
I have slipped from the fingers
from which we held on.
I was never more
than a grain of sand.