WORDS WRIT ON WATER

I looked at the photograph,

Tears, unknown, flowed through my heart.

I thought I had moved on

But the past followed me from the start.

Those were such happy times,

Carefree, not a worry, as it should be.

There are no regrets,

But I doubt if what I was, was me.

Would we be friends now

If I had spoken to you every day?

Would I have fallen in love

If I had told him that I felt that way?

So much has changed,

And all the memories have drifted apart.

Nobody can hear me from here.

I want to change the way we part.

The hourglass beside me,

Shows the sands slipping by.

There is nothing I can do,

To stop the time that is passing by.

One last, desperate breath.

I picture my wish for the last time.

“Would you cry over my grave?”

“Yes. I will.” whisper the sands of time.