Hourglass Evenings

Glass jar shatters –
Silver splinters on my feet,
Spilling out the laughter I captured
In summer's hazy heat.

The sound is trickling through my fingertips,
Tickling as it leaves –
A ghostly giggle
At dusk,
To petrify me.

Our fragile glass hearts
Are all we have,
Heating and cooling,
Melting and bending
And reflecting in our eyes.

And I can hear the sand slip
Through the syllables of our goodbyes.