Vivid thoughts of you keep revealing themselves as expeditious memories.

How idiotic of me not to appreciate the time shared because I assumed the pleasure was in your company not for your presence but how the thought of your imminent arrival forced a smile before you even entered the building.  

How seconds were lifetimes yet minutes briskly swept by.

Time was our birthright and our only luxury, it was also a curse we couldn't shake off like a birthmark at the centre of my forehead.

Please believe me when I say I recite your name daily yet I find myself cursing at the sky because no matter how valiant my effort. I feel it slowly taking away the little I still have of you.