Like Sand Between Your Fingers

It haunts me still
Both while dreaming and awake
Like a fog it layers my vision
A feeling I cannot shake

Memories like echoes
Love, joy, pain and grief
Conscious or unconscious
I never find relief

The degradation of my body
Matches the degradation of my soul
The darkness’ kiss
Of things now missed
Grind boulders to dust as their toll

The things I held high
Like my head and my pride
Evaporate
And fall by the wayside

And still I remember
A midnight in December
A white skirt
And a promise of forever

Live in the shadows
of memory and sorrow
paying back the time
that you had borrowed

Of some forgotten story
Of lost love and of glory