Time slips like sand through shattered glass,
Each grain a dream we couldn’t grasp.
A heart still beats in aching slow,
Beneath the weight of all we’ll never know.
The rain keeps falling, soft but cruel,
It drowns the spark, it floods the soul.
Regret returns in tidal waves,
Unwritten futures fill our graves.
Beauty fades in dim disguise,
Hope dissolves behind tired eyes.
Potential rots in quiet decay,
Lost in the gray of yesterday.
No name etched deep, no lasting sound—
Just fading footsteps on hollow ground.
Not even pain remains the same,
It, too, dissolves without a name.
We vanish gently in the rain.