i’m holding grains of sand in my hands
each one is tiny, microscopic
every day, another grain is dropped into my open palms
i try to keep them from falling,
hanging on to every single one
as if it’s my sole responsibility
my hands are heavy
so i let a few fall through the cracks
down into the dirt where they will stay
they aren’t gone, just under my feet now
so i say
i’ll see you when you’re lavender
