HOURGLASS EPIPHANY

The sand was always falling~  
but then, between one grain and the next,  
a pause.  

A fracture in time,  
thin as a hairline crack in glass,  
where You stood,  
unmoving,  
while the world blurred around You  

like a river around a stone.  

I reached~  
not with hands, but with something older,  
something that remembers  
before skin, before breath~  
and for the length of a held heartbeat,  
You were there.  

Not a voice.  
Not a face.  
Just the weight of being watched  
by something that never blinks.  

Then the sand rushed again,  
and the moment dissolved  
like salt in water.  

Now I carry it~  
this glimpse, this splinter of forever  
lodged in my ribs,  
where it burns  
and does not burn away.

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