I tighten my grip

and the sand spills out of my hand

failing miserably yet again

I curse myself

I hold onto the last few grains

carefully this time

I hear the clock ticking

time...time is running out

all I want is 

to hold you closer

and feel your breath

my eyes try to soak in

every detail of you

before the darkness arrives

my hands are empty now

I see you withering away

and the darkness

has yet again won