time is a trickster.
it seems like lifetimes
since I have last heard
your soothing, earthy voice.
the seconds plot against me.
each one reminds me
that it is only your shadow
that remains to comfort me.
the minutes scheme
as they rip me away
from your ever-warm embrace,
and cruelly at best.
the hours play the illusionist,
for all of my forever disappears
in a single glance
of your tender caramelized eyes.
the tokens of your affection
are misplaced with the changing
of the seasons, mild to fierce.
hard is the winter solstice.
i will battle the increments of eternity’s measure
to win back what clocks, pocket watches, and sundials vandalize.
to rescue you from time’s clenching fists.
with this love,
i find infinite with you
in a single moment.
with this time,
i will find you
and a love immortal.
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