Sand falls behind the glass,
Escaping through the narrow pass.
The present consists of what but movements,
Grasped when past as fleeting sentiments.
I say this as no fool to love or time;
I’ve written of this in other rhyme.
So I don’t know why I thought you’d last.
Yet another heart string breaks all too fast.
I sad but sweet little poem lady. And who among has not been pinched awake by a love that didn't last. I have one that has lasted on my side for 60+ years and yet we live 3000 miles apart.
