The sporadic pouring
of these harsh sand grains
slipping through my fingertips
out of reach, falling

Each speck a moment
Lost now, my useless mind
goes back, seeks, searches
but to no avail
my unlike body, remembers
in full and perfect detail

Memories of my future
on repeat. on repeat.
Playing back once more
to the self of no relation
who struggles to see
their own hourglass
Yet still, their mind haunted
by the grains yet to be lost.