so much there in my fingertips
so much there to fall through

i tease myself with the weight of it
i tease myself tightening my grip

maybe this time i can hold on
maybe this time will be different

i lie because i already feel movement
i lie because i spread my fingers wide

and watch as it begins to stream away
and watch as stranded grains stick

these are mine to lose sleep over
these are mine to brush away