Grains of sands in my hands
sift through my fingers
to pour back onto the beach
from whence they came
He speaks and I realize
that I am no longer home
the daydream broken
The walls that I knew so well
are left alone in my little town
with the faces my eyes once touched
living smiling crying
in the space where they breathe
and I am but a shadow
I am two years gone now
and only through the fragility
of letters and memories
can I still walk where once I walked
He goes on talking of things
that pass quietly through my listening
He comes from Oregon
and studied marine biology
and he speaks of things he loves
Now he holds in his weathered hands
shattered shells that once lived
and he wonders at their beauty
and their seawaves journey
I stand beside him
with sands clinging to my hands
and wonder at his beauty
and his way of being
so far from my own
and yet we walk together
as friends and lovers
both of us far from where
we drew our first breaths
now traveling on a united path
that will hopefully
be stronger than sifting sands
StoryGirl 