The sand is slipping away

I miss Him, miss Him always.

But there is nothing I could do. He is out searching for his life. I just wish, if I could be a part of his life, just a tiny little one. I can only wish.

I just held the sand in my palm not even formed the fist, yet it is slipping way .

I can feel it.I can see it infront of my eyes.

Not even my tears can make it wet and stay..