Definitely Not the Sand

Maybe 

you are 

every grain of sand 

on an unstepped beach, 

and I, 

I am the ocean, 

trying endlessly to pull you 

back to me. 

Or perhaps 

you are 

the ocean, 

and I, 

I am the moon, 

guiding each wave 

from so far, 

far away. 

I could be 

the ocean, 

reflecting your light 

back to you, 

refracted and distorted, 

but I am 

definitely 

not 

the sand.