Sand

Am I alone?
If I feel I am,
Does it matter if I´m not?
Does it matter if you are here, in this world,
if you are not in my own one?

I feel alone,
even when I see you,
even when I touch you,
it's like touching the sand,
I hold your hand,
and the sand escapes through my fingers,
leaving my hand alone again
trying to grab the sand
that's not there anymore.