Gone and here and gone.
Now and then and now.
Take four hearts and scatter them,
in time and space -
in walls and sand.
Hourglass' last grainy scream,
Sinks deep through eyes
of storms oncoming,
Rose hearts stained grey -
from burned up stars
from sea foam dye.
Not dead, but barely living.
Two hearts here and two hearts gone,
Now and then and now.