Time
always goes
too fast when I am
with you
and too slow
when I am not.
It's as if, time, let slip,
dis-remembered, or forgot,
That the real present
is living in the presence
with you.
It's as if, time was late,
in it's ability to understand
and appreciate,
to capitulate,
the unendurable
fate, of having to wait,
for my fingers to lock through
yours.
It's as though time does not understand
Nor comprehend,
that for each moment it loses,
our life nears an end
and each moment
that I spend, without you,
is a memory formed, and
cremated, too,
For each moment that I have spent
with my lips pressed against your lips,
exchanging conversations,
as laughter stumbles and slips,
as together we build,
our home, a future, out of this,
requires more,
seconds, minutes, hours,
than
any clock could give.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Time
always goes
too fast when I am
with you
and too slow
when I am not.
It's as if, time, let slip,
dis-remembered, or forgot,
That the real present
is living in the presence
with you.
It's as if, time was late,
in it's ability to understand
and appreciate,
to capitulate,
the unendurable
fate, of having to wait,
for my fingers to lock through
yours.
It's as though time does not understand
Nor comprehend,
that for each moment it loses,
our life nears an end
and each moment
that I spend, without you,
is a memory formed, and
cremated, too,
For each moment that I have spent
with my lips pressed against your lips,
exchanging conversations,
as laughter stumbles and slips,
as together we build,
our home, a future, out of this,
requires more,
seconds, minutes, hours,
than
any clock could give.
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