Challenge
The trouble is, you think you have time. (Buddha)
Prose or poetry
lost time
i thought i had time
until i ran out of it
and now that what i had
is gone, i sit on the grass
and let the cold night
consume me
every shooting star that
i see is wasted on you
it's useless the moon tells me
she knows better than i do
my voice is raspy and throat
is raw by the time i'm done
telling her about how i
lived for the subtle hums
of your voice and the touch
of your fingertips
the sun begins to rise and
i can no longer feel my face
or toes, still the frost bite
is not nearly as painful as the
harsh realization that you
are coming back for me
what i had is no longer mine
i thought i had more time
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