I lost something today.
Like a sparkling grain of sand... caught in the wind.
It would have been beautiful.
But it's already gone and all its hope,
I wish I could walk along with one foot on this path,
and one foot on that path, and make it work.
But I can't.
I have to choose.
And I've chosen.
And so have you.
And the sand spills between my fingers.
Probably spilling since the moment I scooped it into my hands.
And only I remain.
But that is all I can hope for.