Time heals everything
is perhaps
a patch phrase for the hurt
who fell short to understand
the equation
"Time equals distance by speed".

You say "I missed you"
And I ask "How much?"
You say "A lot"
"A lot" can be defined in many ways.
You point me to the sky
arms open wide
and whisper
"The infinity"
I'm nearly convinced
but perhaps
sky is the deathbed of lost stars.

Don't miss me
like the dead
like the lost
like the unreachable
when the space is all that you left.

You don't miss the dead
as years pass by.
You discard the guilt like trash,
swipe away any notification of regret
and the only memory that stands
are the words
"In Loving Memory of"
engraved on the tombstone.
You move on saying
"Life goes on".

And before you conjecture
distance as miss,
recall the gambling of
"I'm busy" cards you played
with your hands glued to screen,
lavish in time
all day long
all night long

I've come to realise
"I'm busy"
is an understatement.
What it really means is
"I'm available but you're not worth my time".

Don't miss me
like you pretend to be
like your past
like it's been forever
I'm here in flesh and bones
and might as well burn your lies to the ground.

And in a way
'Time' and 'Life'
are the two faces of same coin.
The currency of our value.
Time being the head
and life being the tail
and when you toss the coin
high in the air,
you most certainly wish for the head
and place in the hands of
'Who matters'.

In words of passion,
Time equals
the depth of desire
by course of actions involved
to get close to
the proximity of the loved.

So miss me
like your favourite sport
like moonshine you crave
like I'm your home
Miss me like you don't miss a heartbeat
or forget to breathe
like I'm you.

Miss me in a way we can
defy the law of physics
and forge our own equation where
"Time equals you and me".