I say that I’m tough

But my heart is

Breaking into pieces

Pieces as small

As the sand

That slipped

Through your hand

And fall to the ground

Just like I did

I grieve for the sand

If it knows

Even a speck

Of the sadness I feel

Wishing to be back in your hand

But heat

The heat from you

Could melt

My crumbled heart

 Into stained glass

Glass that you

Could step on and break

Into pieces

Pieces so small

They can crumble

Crumble into sand and slip

Slip through your finger tips

The way I did

06/27/2005