Time has often taken me to many different places.
Seeing, smelling, tasting the various new
Bringing me adjacent to what seemed so out of range.
Reality has shown me the only constant in life is change.
I touched on the chapters never reading between the lines.
Which all the while were screaming I'm almost out of time.
I hastily moved forward trying to ignore the signs.
Bleeding blindingly within those broken lines.
Periods and comas hold no truth in here.
Time is not stopping and for that I must fear.
That morning I awoke within a mist filled air.
My hands searching, longing, to feel the smooth of your hair.
Startled by the emptiness with you longer there.
The pain that fell upon me was more than I could bare.
It was at that moment I knew that heartache was real
Time was frozen in my heart there after to never again feel.