Slipping away, like slivers of sand on the beach.
Floating away to oblivion,
With the tides that brought it here in the first place.

For time had run out,
Sand in the hour glass slowly draining away.
The time to say farewell was now,
But is there ever something as a happy parting.

Lumps in the throat, tears clogging the sight,
Bidding goodbye wordlessly,
Turning away.

Years later,
They would remember,
Memories getting hazier with time.


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