Inevitable

 
I fall apart
picking myself up
like sand falling through a sieve
Never quite catching
all my pieces



Losing bits each time
some precious
some precious in that nauseating way
some portentous
some pretentious



But, none-the-less, all
parts of me



Are your parts similar?
Do you find yourself in need as I?
What can we do?



The answer lies in sand...