Filtered Hope

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,
With it.

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.

Now lost.
And only I remain.

But that is all I can hope for.