With You
Time is but a concept
The turning hands of the nonexistent clock on your wall
mean nothing

The minutes become hours
Hours into days
Days into weeks

I have found new ways to measure the
passing moments between us

The subtle ebb and flow of your breathing
Accompanied by the rise and fall of your chest
as if synchronous with life itself

Or maybe
I could measure it in the flutter of your eyes
as you doze into unconsciousness

The rise in temperature as i lay next to you
Holding you close as if you were the only
thing keeping me alive

The flickering flame of the candle
sitting on your dresser
dancing to the rhythm of time

With you
Time is but a concept