Time

Someone once told me...

"One day you'll understand"

I heard this while the sand slipped through my hand.

It was time, but I didn't understand.

I couldn't walk it back. I couldn't keep it from dissapearing.

But there it went. Away.

Like ash in the wind, or breath from lips that wont speak.

Then "one day" came, it was like death.

they say that life flashes before you eyes, but his was more like a slow drip.

This dance, it was thick like mud and just as messy.

And like that I understood, but it was to late.