Like the wind pushing me towards a cliff
I am losing time
With you
The hours, the minutes, the seconds
The wind being the force that pushes us all
However it is also the sunsets and the slow kisses
But the wind is slipping through my fingers
The cliff being an event horizon
Where time slows for what seems like forever
Then we suddenly, ever so subtly, plunge
Into new time
Where you are not here
Time where life is too bright
And the people are too dull
So I have to wait for the next event horizon
To bring me back home