There is an hourglass placed in front of me –
I’d tell you it was God, but I’d prefer not to label fate.
I watch my life played on a table made of water.
The water ripples as the sand granules drip through the hourglass.
Each ripple is a bit of pain. A bit of time. A bit of loss. A bit of my life.
I watch everything exist without me.
Maybe, it’s better this way.
Pulling my fingers across the water, trying to erase everything I left behind.
All these moments. Overflowing.
All these people I loved. Gone.
They never tell you that love is conditional
They never tell you that as soon as you’re gone,
It’s all fleeting.
Time sweeps her hand across my life – all that was clear is now covered in dust.
And I take this blessing – I don’t want these memories, anyway.
I’ll watch the hourglass and forget my ghosts.