You can never know when,
You've had the last conversation,
With people you love...
When those final words,
Are all you will have,
To cherish and behold,
For the rest of your lives.
Words that replay on loop,
Every time you think of them,
Making you realize, yet again,
That this fleeting time,
Is all, but slipping away,
Like grains of sand,
From the palm of your hand.
