Will you miss me
when my luck has run out
like the last lingering grains of sand slipping through your fingers?
Will you let your tears fall
after I'm stored away in my earthen home under your footsteps,
and time has fallen in heavy drifts around my door?
Will I be lost
in the relentless rush of faceless figures flying toward oblivion—
Or will you rush after me, rescue me,
search for me, and save me
from the brink of eternal anonymity?