the passage of time will always break my heart. he rips from my hands all i wish to hold on to. the cashmere sweater of my love against my face one moment and gone the next. i can almost feel it still, but just short of touching. a second late and my hands are empty. a day gone and i wake up alone.
i say it's not bad at all. i say all dreams must end. but here is my pain. in my bed. in the bleeding cracks of my fingers. in my monotonous days. here is my regret. in old clothes. in neglected texts. in secret tears.
i weep for time lost, like spilt milk. i weep for time i will lose, when i know i must say goodbye again.
if time were kinder. if the world was smaller. maybe i wouldn't lose my grip. even if it left white marks in your skin.
but as always, time is moving fast. and i am moving so slow.