Sand.

As i watched you drift away from my hands, making no more effort to hold you back.
i realised you are like the sand, going where the wind blows.
no matter how i clasp my palms together, part of you still leaves for another part of the world.
if so, i'll just keep my palms open. hoping one day the wind will blow in favour of my direction.

even if not, i have traces of you. in my memories.