What are we?
What are we?
It's like sand Honey
Sand in an hourglass
And I'm trying to grab on to it in the middle
Like its a rope but it keeps slipping through my fingers
I feel it. But I feel it slipping away
As I hope if I clutch it tighter the friction between us will be hot enough for the sand to melt into glass
Something rigid with structure and definition
So I can finally answer the question
What are we?
I lay in bed awake
I move over so there is enough room for you
If you were here
I gently caress your hair
And kiss your forehead
Until we both drift off to sleep
But
What are we?
This poem is about:
Me