Summer Pain

I watch the clock,
I look to the sky,
I briefly smell the air,
but what I get 1s so much more.
I drift upon,
the feel of your skin, the smell of your hair,
the taste of your kiss,
the sound of your voice.
So what now,
I sit and remember,
the days we had,
and hope they're not just that.
Outside I wear a hard outer shell,
one that can survive without you,
like I could forget all about you.
Sometimes I feel as though,
I standing in a black abyss,
screaming your name with panic and fear,
the air and fog how it swallows it up.
Wasting my time writing more words on the mage,
trying to manipulate the hands of time,
make them spin faster.
I beg the wind to blow so hard,
carrying you to me.
Another poitless poem,
of a man who sold his life to long distance,
and somehow tries to make this work.
A past mistake,
that I don't wish to learn from.