Hourglass (Poem)

Running towards the edge,
Watching you wave
Goodbye.
The hourglass flips,
Time to move on; time to start
Again.
Our hands part, as do our lips;
Our souls diverge into nothing.
Love is a harsh game – Time
Wasted.

Locked inside a room,
Crying.
Praying.
Hoping.
Love is rarely fair,
But we creep forward
Believing
The hourglass may flip back.
And we may end up running,
Back to something beautiful.