We’d meet between the sheets 
Wrapped-up in each others nakedness
Exchanging tenderness 
It took me higher I guess 
But that bed we used to bless 
Is nothing but a bed again 
So I replay it in my head again 

We’d sleep skin-to-skin
Near the place I let you in 
I can’t keep imagining what has been 
Because now you’re just a phantom limb
I sawed so hard to sever it 
But my senses remember it 
The sweat—the scent—the spit 
Your taste hasn’t left my tongue 
Nor your smell my nose 
Only olfactory mementos 
And sly innuendos 
Endure

We’d sit around the smoke 
The flight of clarity we spoke of 
A brief relief in nature 
So vivid and so venerated 
But just as it left your lips 
It evaded or disintegrated 
Like sand between our fingertips

It all came and went just like a dash 
For we all just exist in the silenf flash
The narrow throat of the hourglass 
It all just comes to pass

In the nowness of now 
We go onward somehow
Even if we don’t know how
It’s all just a story anyhow 

One of fallen sand