Sand

I never got a chance to tell you

how that expression on your face stayed with me

even while I lay sleepless in a small bed

with a foreign moon singing me lullabies

it helped me relax though I could not rest

hands slow bodies immersed

in an overflowing cup as the sun came up

that came to an abrupt halt upon my return

that morning you were quiet

and I was calm

the grand canyon between us

filling with sand

no more sleight of hands

only piercing revelations of what we had become

before we ever had begun.

F.A.