Your presence creates an hourglass of goodbyes,
where our first embrace turns it over,
and every second, every grain afterwards,
brings us closer to the end. 

We watch the bottom fill together,
as you caress my skin,
intentional,
sticky, 
like honey,
the way our mouths are closed in anticipation
of watching that last granule tumble over the curvature,
knowing it means that only your sweet residue will be left behind,
and I am left to watch,
the empty hourglass.