~

I will part you soon, but

not at hands of mine.

I speak as if it’s short,

the limit of our time.

For all the sands

we’ve had, infinite

to count, will

never, ever be

enough when

it has run

o

u

t.

Hourglass

of our life;

s h a t t e r e d

pouring f l a s k.

Each tiny grain,

a measurement, now

filling up new glass. A

second, minute, hour, days

then weeks and months you’ll

count, since time was fractured

to a

STOP,

with angels

heaven bound.

Promise me,

my love,

after healing’s

work is through,

you’ll love again

and

p

l

a

c

e

your

h

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a

r

t

e i

r m

\

e • e

/

h b

w e

g

i

n

s

anew.

My love,

Forever

used to be a long time.

When I was young

and starry-eyed

it meant

as long as I live

and that seemed

an eternity.

But as the years pass,

a lifetime grows shorter.

Far too short

it seems

to encompass

how long

I will love you

or even

how long

I already have.

When I was young

no longer

it meant

when time ceases to exist

when I am no longer me

but rather dust and ashes

at one with the stars

in the night sky

when time no longer exists

my love

will be still

as things we cannot

touch

feel

taste

or hear

often are

long after

we are not.

Forever

used to be a long time.

It still is.

Dear Soul Mate,

I have a lot of baggage.

Just warning you.

I'll also push you away every chance I get,

and I might hurt you when I lose control.

But I will love you,

and I'll readily admit it.

I have some issues,

but I know so do you

so can we work them out together?

If not, I won't blame you.

I don't like me either.