Words

Watching grains of sand slip through my fingers
While the wind has a way of its own
Like your words in conversation
Playing paper, scissor, and stone

Does survival come down to instinct
Does a seagull in flight target a goal
Like your words in conversation
Swooping high and catching low

Oh I try not to listen anymore
But the ocean fails to obscure
Your syllables wash up to be heard
Constant waves of your words

And does time erase everything it touches
Like the wind, my tracings in the sand
Like your words in conversation
Erasing who I am

I try not to listen anymore
But the ocean fails to obscure
Your syllables wash up to be heard
Constant waves of your words