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It fell through my fingers,
Like sand. I tried to hold
Onto you, onto it, onto
Anything at all.
But still it escaped me.

So I waited beneath the yellowing
Clouds and the fading sun.
I waited silently, patiently,
Thoughtlessly.
But it never returned to me.

The Earth, it seems, now stands
Quite still, perfectly still.
And I'm still standing, still
Waiting. Patiently.
And in time I too shall

Return.