Black sand falling through the hourglass.
How does one carry on
with broken shards in place of a heartbeat?
Every breath cutting deep
with the knowledge that you are gone.
Such a painful word.
A bottomless void.
measuring the depth of my love.
How can you blame me
for numbing this pain?
This death in my soul?
Black sand marks the passage of time without you.
- Sands of Time (hansikasubramanian.wordpress.com)