Shape Shifter

It is like you are here,

The silence is the same.

The only difference is,

I can't hear you breathing.

You are like sand in my hand.

I feel you drift from me,

Grains at a time.

Sometimes slowly sometimes not.

The wind moves, and I

Reach to hold what little I have of you.

The sand blows around my face, and

Burns my eyes.

I see you.

I feel you there beside me

I move to touch you

Then I realize its not you there at all.

I reach out to save what little

I have left of you.

There is only dust.

There is no keeping you.

There is no saving you.

There is no having you.

I am left loving you alone.