'unsteady'
after everything you've ever said and the memory
that you've left for me,
it makes me unsteady, knowing you disregard
what it all used to be.
i think you still have my heart, along with the rest of me
can't seem to find it, now there's less of me.
couldn't sleep last night,
remembering every second of our history.
our story ended abruptly, an unsolved mystery.
so long ago, but i can feel how you gripped my hand
how is it possible that one day you were here
and then you slipped right through my fingers
like sand.