I almost lost you,
and in the “almost”
I lost you anyway.
Trying exemplified futility,
wanting what was forbidden became fatality.
Tragedy in the hands.
Fate spreading fingers.
Eyes watched sand run between,
but no scream buys time to change the scene.
two words that should never be together,
thrust side-by-side to mark the grave.
©February 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne