memory

i'd like to find a place
where living and holding on may coexist

i wish i could hold on to you
but you are slipping away
like water through my fingers
and i try to remember how it feels
your hand in mine
and what we were even laughing about
pictures only say so much

slipping away
like her hair through your fingers
like the high school lover
i was never meant to keep

and soon it will be morning