Time passes dreamily, each moment
Stretching out and fading away into the next.
Hands touch and warmth blurs across
The room. Words are smiles, and this place
Is illuminated for the game.
Somewhere to be,
Some time to get there.
But worry about it later,
And later still.
The memory of promises that
Flows from the mind and nearly
Makes it to the lips.
The sun that sets and open the
Gates for the darkness to crawl out,
Unheeded for a while now.
Tell a white lie and stay for a while,
Take the heat later because right now
Is too much to miss.
Just make the moment now last,
Because hours from now when the
Words are angry and the teeth
Grind from the frustration it will
Be too late.
The tears that pour and the agitation
Is something only the future will hold.
Don’t leave yet, don’t pull away until
The lights are off and the warmth has left
And suddenly mistakes are clear.
It’s late, it’s too late.
Moments in the future are moments
That are now. Frustration reigns
As words are curt and short
And the door slams behind
A side of the bed is empty and
Hushed words are made from phones
Held close to the ear and behind the door.
A white lie gone awry
Is time wasted with jubilation
Is left behind in aging excuses
Until things that were going to be