I'm not sure there is anything left to say.
Months of tumbling words have passed,
and I've been wringing them out like
hand-washing cashmere:
gently squeezing, and certain they would never stop dripping.

Then today, I sit here, seemingly worded out.
Testing myself with prodding feelings,
using memories as a nerve-stimulator:
waiting for the heartburn.

Perhaps time is chalk, after all.
Smothering the burning acid
of longing and regret
that I thought would never quieten.

Then again, acid tends to etch its pattern
wherever it touches.
So, although the twist of pain
no longer catches me by surprise,
the ripples
of its movement across me
will always be evident.

Just keep walking.
     Even when you can't feel your feet.
          Even though you feel you can't walk
               More.

Have you noticed
Everything that goes by
It all goes so fast
Soon enough we all say "Goodbye"

Time just slips away
Moments just disappear
Barely remember day by day
Back in time we try to peer

The sounds of time
So loud yet unheard
The tick tocking rhyme
Like the whistles of a bird

As fast as days go
Take in all the little things
Enjoy everything as you grow
For time forever shall sing

I close my eyes &,
I see you.
I search my soul &,
I find you.
I hear a sound &,
I think it’s you.
I turn around &,
Pray its you.
My heart starts to smile &,
I know it’s you..

But then I sense,
It’s all a dream,
For In my dreams,
Is where you are..

But then I wake,
To my sealed fate,
To all day wait,
For sunset time,
So I can once again dream,
Of this love of mine . . .