Left Behind


What started out

As a soft tremor

In the corridors

Of a forsaken mind

Echoes ever so faint

Is that tiny dew drop

Again and again

The ripples continue to fade


Each grain of sand

Held in a weakened grasp

Slowly slip away

Forever lost in the dark


Not once turning back

There is nothing more to see

But one broken moment

A simple truth

That was never meant to be.