missed

Like sand slips
Through the spaces
between my fingers,
You cease to be there
Just when I turn my head
To heed your call.
And no matter
How much I tighten my grip
I am left with a few grains
In the middle of my palm,
The very few times you called
And smiled
Because I turned
Just in time.

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