Sand

That night, you held my hand,
With an affection I’d never felt,
That coy smile, that damned strand
Even if I were made of stone, I’d melt
But alas, the hour-glass was out of sand.

For I wasn’t aware that when the sun rises next you’ll be gone,
And all you’d say is- “it’s time we moved on”

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