Seconds pass into moments,
moments to milestones.

Milestones disguised as memories
- memories the song and story to my existence.
a chain of epochs. . .

Little infinities together,
to become a lifetime
- a story line.

Tales of happiness and victories.
But mine you see,
my story line.

Its scattered.
Scattered with tales
those of loss, death and tragedy.

See, you see today may be March 2, 2018.
You tell me - you say that I must be alive.
I must be alive because that'd be necessary,
to enable me to write this.
but. . .

341 days ago.

My heart may still be beating.
Yet in 18 days,
it will be one year since you went missing.

You see, that was alright.
It was going to be okay
- because you were still,
going to come home to me.

Come  home to me.
or at least that's what I told myself
- even after.

After it was too late,
After you were long gone.
You had abandoned me.
EVEN NOW - almost a year.
A year to the day you did it.

Seconds to moments.
Moments, milestones and memories.