Your presence muddles time,
Suspending its consequence
Hours stretch to days
Minutes melt away
Seemingly unconfined
But as we are apart
Another shift occurs
Time elapses
Slow as molasses
Ever to be endured
And I cannot wait
To be back again
Where never is there late
And time has lost its end.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Your presence muddles time,
Suspending its consequence
Hours stretch to days
Minutes melt away
Seemingly unconfined
But as we are apart
Another shift occurs
Time elapses
Slow as molasses
Ever to be endured
And I cannot wait
To be back again
Where never is there late
And time has lost its end.
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