Like fine sand.

Love is like fine sand.
I grasp so hard at the love that once held us together.
And I realise this had been a big mistake,
because the harder one grasp, the faster this fine sand slips from your fist.
Loosening the grip does not prevent the inevitable.
It still slips away eventually, like fine sand love is.

Should you hold onto me because I am slipping away? And then I slip away faster?
Or should you loosen that grip and let me slowly slip away? And I'd slip away slower?