Like Grains of Sand 12/11/2011

Missing the past things,
Like holding sand.
It slips away,
Before we understand.

I miss so much,
All I had.
My life,
It made me glad.

so I reach to touch it,
Memories so true.
Holding the sand,
Is what i do.

Maybe its natural,
To weep for the gone.
Or is it not,
The past too long.

Hold it graps it,
Is it true.
I cant let go,
In all I do.

Things to remind me,
Yes it was real.
Saddness shows it,
And I can feel.

I'm alive yes I am,
When I miss it all ways.
Will miss it,
All of my days.

But like grains,
Of the sand.
I can not keep it,
In my hand.

Holly Johnson @ 2011