Time wavers in and out,
a serpentine force pushing us further apart
seconds are long and cruel as I hunt the space of time searching
Quavers ducking in and out of sync
I find you just as you're gone
only to turn and find you there and blink to lose you yet again
erroneous time you have not been a kind father to me
running out on me the second I think you're there
and never coming when I'm dying for you to pass me by
If love is truly held for all the bastions of time
then you are a *******
shoving me to live in the past and withhold my future
winding twisted in your linear disguise,
I knew when I fell over you that you dip and double back
trip me up at every turn, then pick me up
only to play thoughtlessly with heart beats that suffer your dastardly designs
if only you were real then perhaps
I could rip you apart and find the fragments I'm looking for
and deny your passing as you deny my right to closure.