A Handful of Sand

It is almost like holding onto sand,
This relationship we share. Or perhaps,
It has been one-sided, after all.
When I hold loosely, everything
Just seems to slip out of my hand,
With nothing left behind. And yet,
if I hold on too tightly,it seems that
I'm squeezing out all that we have,
We share slowly but definitely surely.
So what should I do now?
Would you cup your hands with mine to prevent us from losing all?
Just say that you will hold on with me,
Just tell me you will stay. Don't leave and cast me away
As I desperately try to protect everything from slipping away.


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Unintentional sonnet, it just came out this way...