July 31, 2015

House of Sand


Someone said
you might still be here,
that I could find you
in my dreams,
but no matter
where I look,
you aren't there,
leaving just
the usual traces:
a faint scent,
a fleeting figure
in a broken mirror,
untouchable 
with my outstretched hand,
never to know
how far I'd go
to hold you
in your house
of sand.