She holds too tight
Strangling all hope
It vanishes between her hands
Leaving not a strand
A gust of wind blows through her hair
A whisper
A knot ties in her chest
She turns toward the bitter wind
Too late again
The dreams swept into the crashing waves
The sand washing away
The seashells crumbling
She loops towards the moon
It’s light shining upon her hands
She opens them towards it
Hoping again
