black sand and seconds

In a big world that grows small

Every slow second that passes by

I count them and I wait

I count how long I’ve waited

And everyone that came

Who went just as easy

Black sand slips through the glass

One…

two…

A knock at the door

three …

four...

And it’s still not you

I know you’ve not forgotten 

You can feel me 

Across the space

You can hear me 

counting black sand and seconds

The world grows small

With every second that i wait

Three thousand becomes three hours

Three hours were the chance you never took

I could ask you why you never came

Why you let the sand run out

But if I weren’t the only one counting

I wouldn’t have to ask

You would have been here for years by now