Sand

 it's all a ticking timebomb.
it's razor-bladed grains of sand,
slipping through your hands.
serrating pieces of you as they fall between your fingers.

no matter how you shape or clench,
or twist your hands,
still the sand slices and slips through.
taking with it,
more and more pieces of you.

There is nothing you can do.
It's all filling up,
its all slipping away.
You see what's important,
but still can't say, 
you still can't stay.

Like magnets of the same pole,
the more you know,
the more you cannot hold.

The closer you get,
the greater the push

an invisible barrier between you
now,
then,
us,
them,
want,
and love.