on the beach.

you dipped your finger in my sand,
watched the grains fall off your skin:
in the multitude of what appeared to be
simply only
more of the same

you saw the ones glinting in the sun
and missed those that were invisible,
you shook off your left with right,
shaking loose points to which i clung:

my sand fell,
but i am sure you can tell
you have not rid you of all of me.