Monday, April 7, 2008

My hands become dry

like water, you run through my hands
i can't grasp your every drop
my fingers don't stay tight enough
and i watch you slip away.

you cling to the edges of my fingers
idle yourself on the surface
but gravity takes ahold
and i watch you slip away.

my hands catch my tear drops
clasped so tightly, it starts to fill up
but still it seeps
and now from both ends
i watch us slip away.