end.

He says with eyes bluntly avoiding mine and a smile I know is not his.
Faith is the thing with people, who hold onto it.
Love is the thing with people, who can’t unlove.
I try. Harder. With every ounce of flesh and nerve, I try to touch him and not feel her.
Oh, but he does. He does.
I run my mind back to the day I saw her, rubbing my eyes harder to see.
And I run my mind back to the day when I lost all the sand I had so tightly grasped;
And how in a brief of a second, I watched my life roll down a hillock and crash. I watched it end.