Sand

An Oasis, I rest.

Overflowing,

Pouring myself out, over you.

The sun beaming down on your face,

Your tired eyes meeting mine.

Rest in me; I gift you refuge.

Drinking me in; I let you.

Sand in your hair, coating your lips

I should have known.

Your affections cost much more,

Than I’d atone.

Drying me up, my well turned to dust,

Though you’re still thirsty;

I was never enough.

Leaving me dry; you searched for another,

A grander well to plunder.

Left in the sun, I look to the sky;

Is the end to come?

Losing hope, I question my truth.

All because, of you.

Water rises, tears stream from my eyes;

The well inside me, has not run dry.

Oceans, cannot match these new depths of mine.

An oasis: I’m my own riptide.

And you, long gone; No sand in sight.