sand through my fingers

held in my hand and raised up to the light,
love was much smaller than I had anticipated alright,
this grain of sand resting lightly in my hand
has the ability to quickly contract and expand
exponentially, without warning, erratically,
fashioning my mind space, forcing my heart to pace,
each time I enter this place I yearn for a simple taste
of forever, but alas, I’ve never come close,
I know it’s out there for me, well, at least that’s my hope.