Hourglass of Love

~

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

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t

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\

e • e

/

h b

w e

g

i

n

s

anew.