Time
like a river flows it's way
end-wards.
Months
hang suspended like clothes
on a line.
Days
close tight together hazily
blending.
Smiles
without happenings lag far
behind.

Holed
with an emptiness moments
revert.
Memory
without laughter cools to a
gel.
Hollowness
will flow to a standstill from
thirst.
Waiting
and missing are words I know
well.

Finding some way to lighten is
what I must do.
Unaccountably heavy is time
without you.