Minutes, short puffs
hours fade away
and in the mist
I spell your name
you are fleeting
a ghost waltzing
through my hours
I grab at seconds
small beads slipping
between my fingers
I become my own hourglass
holding on to your shadow
and gliding back and forth
within nostalgia
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
Minutes, short puffs
hours fade away
and in the mist
I spell your name
you are fleeting
a ghost waltzing
through my hours
I grab at seconds
small beads slipping
between my fingers
I become my own hourglass
holding on to your shadow
and gliding back and forth
within nostalgia