Indelible
Sands in her hand
trickle as she closes
her palm to grip them;
She tries to clinch
every grain that flows
for it holds memories
of heartbeats~
indelible in her heart.
those heartbeats still echo~
and as the last grain drops
She whispers to the wind,
“ come back to me!”
2 July 2021
A Brian Strand (July 2) Poetry Contest
1st place
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2021
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