LOST TO TIME

You taught me 
not to live all my breaths at once 
but what could I do 
I was already living moments 
borrowed from destiny 
I tried to cup my hands 
and hold in it, the waves 
but they kept spilling over 
my fingers 
right back into the sea 

The surf lapped against my palms 
comfortingly 
Its rhythms soothing me to sleep 
like an angel's lullaby 
But soon the seeping water 
left my hands empty 
The wet skin cooling 
in the balmy night 
the only remaining memory 
As I watched helplessly 
my breaths trickle by 
in transient bubbles 

so fragmentary….

MS