I turn it over

this sand timer she gave me

a beautiful thing

all glass & brass

& sand of course

now trickling down

& I wonder on her

who she has become

where she is

last we spoke

she did not remember

we had been lovers

made me wonder

if it was my memory

playing tricks

trickling out

like this fine sand

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