Sand - The Hearing

As I hug your back and try to sleep

I start to hear a ssssssssssound

The tighter my hold, the louder the ssssssound

And i see you turn to sand

I wish you would regain your form

As I siv through the

Remains of curly hair with my fingers

A bed of sand will get

Cold eventually

And accentuate the loneliness

How appropriate

That the open window

Lets the moon in the cold cold winter night

Make fun of me

I would laugh too it’s

Not like that it’s just

Way to soon

Your sand is still warm