Sand

And there comes a day where it falls apart. Everything that was built over the years turns to sand slipping through your fingers. 

What was love once, has turned to indifference. When you needed them, they didn't come. They are occupied with their life. 

And you start to forget the special things, the years, the moments. 

You slowly let go of memories, and photos don't take you back anymore. 

You start to forget the colour of their eyes and how they took their tea. 

And the once golden sand is wet and cold.