pressed beneath your palm
crushed within your hand
these are things
to not take lightly
taken in as stone
beaten back to sand
only time knows
if actions we’re taken rightly
the way to go day time
was to occupy my mind
you did it so easily
in the darkest recesses
absent of sunshine
trapped for the moment
but nothing here is meant to last
so whether clinging to a shoulder
or hanging from a rope
this too shall pass
r.matlack 