you asked me what i dreamed as you blew the sand from your hand
and i watched the tiny pieces scatter
catching their light
in the wind
and i could not help but wonder if each fleck was a whisper
for what was possible to be
as i watched my heart attach it's self
to every single possibility
in the knowing that i could not be every where
i remained in observance
of each hope, as it shattered,
a tiny explosion of my joy full in difference
and, at times, the heart break, from remaining motion less
takes my breath a way
as i die as i die as i die
a gain
only to be whisked
so quickly
so easily
right back in
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