Timeless
Love is timeless
Yet the hands of time
Tick in the slowest of motion
The seconds pass in millenia
Straining an already broken heart
Which barely beats on its own
Pieces of me die in absentia
Drifting on the breeze
Hoping to land in wounds
That used to keep me safe
Now residing a thousand miles away
As I search each breeze for pieces of you
To infuse love-filled saline into the shards
Of desiccated arteries
I yearn for a chance to breathe-in
The dust of you that searches for me
And exhale the warmth of your love
To surround my dying soul.