I’m on one end of the hourglass
and you are on the other end.
For now, the narrow neck separates us.
On my side, time and my life experiences move.
Memories of you, just like the pieces of sand,
slowly passed through the hourglass when you first left.
The more time clips ahead, the faster the sand seeps through the stem taking my
memories with them.
Images of you that I grasp onto:
Laughter. Tears. Arguments. Hugs. Love.
Encapsulated in little flickers of memory.
As each day passes, I watch them rush through the narrow stem.
When I step back and adjust my view so that I can observe
the full hourglass,
I see that the memories are not evaporating.
They are merely traveling.
Moving to the bottom bulb, where they will
always remain –
on your end of the hourglass.
Never to be lost or forgotten because
you are there.
You catch each particle of sand – each memory.
As you wait for me, you protect them.
When my laughter, tears and love run through
my glass bulb, someone will hold onto memories of me
as I do for you.
All of our hourglass bulbs and stems connect.
One … on top of the next … on top of the next.
What separates today will eventually join us and
our memories will be united forever.