The sands of time rest deeply between my toes
The night sky unchanged, even as I step into the next day
A shooting star in my world, taking a lifetime of breathes just to cross the sky
But you were one that shouldn't have existed within my space
A supernova in a place of long days and low tide
You found me, kissed me, begged me and left me
before the tear could even leave my eye.
With such force, you sped past like a rushing wind
Leaving my hair torn across my face in the wake of your absence
And my hands shivering out of lack of warmth that I don’t remember having known
Should I apologize for not being able to match your passionate pace of life,
Or resent the cosmos for letting two very different beings cross paths?
Still I hope that my voice reaches you,
journeying many years in the swirls of space, till it whispers in your ear
I want you to know that I am as I always was,
traversing the shore, watching the stars
though my gaze searches a bit harder than before
In hopes that a ghostly glimmer of your presence still lingers
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
The sands of time rest deeply between my toes
The night sky unchanged, even as I step into the next day
A shooting star in my world, taking a lifetime of breathes just to cross the sky
But you were one that shouldn't have existed within my space
A supernova in a place of long days and low tide
You found me, kissed me, begged me and left me
before the tear could even leave my eye.
With such force, you sped past like a rushing wind
Leaving my hair torn across my face in the wake of your absence
And my hands shivering out of lack of warmth that I don’t remember having known
Should I apologize for not being able to match your passionate pace of life,
Or resent the cosmos for letting two very different beings cross paths?
Still I hope that my voice reaches you,
journeying many years in the swirls of space, till it whispers in your ear
I want you to know that I am as I always was,
traversing the shore, watching the stars
though my gaze searches a bit harder than before
In hopes that a ghostly glimmer of your presence still lingers