Hourglass
Falling sand,
Seems like a waterfall,
But starts grain by grain.
It starts with you missing your pills,
Confusing the days—
The hourglass starts full.
With ideas and a life well lived,
Slowly it empties out,
Revealing the regrets from within—
The beach is empty.
Barely any sand is found.
Friends say the joy we had with it,
Is enough to replace it now—
But every time I remember,
Memories of her,
I think to myself,
How all those memories seem like a blur—
In her now withered mind,
The hourglass has emptied out,
We’ve run out of time,
Keep holding on,
Hold on tight,
For if you slip,
You might let her die-
Let her rest.
Accept the regrets,
Let her forget.
Copyright © Claire Godenir | Year Posted 2025
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