Where are you?

slipping

The slip

the sand between my fingers

once again.

This feeling has been foreign for awhile now,

thankfully.

but here I am again

slipping

Like my hair used to slip between your fingers

and your tongue into my mouth,

your heart slips from my grasp

and an unknown current

carries you away.

I'm here alone

wrong

again.

Wrong for you.

Wrong for me.

But the only thing that feels wrong

is me.