Until

Describe the last difficult “goodbye” you said.

Au revoir is not so difficult
Bon voyage will bring them back again
Time can steal faithless control
But now will always come from then

Fractions

My life’s reduced to fractions
The circle hanging on the wall
Shows my portion getting ever smaller
When I look at it at all

My escape’s inching towards completion
My stumble’s near become a fall
I find that I’m defined by wasted time
And all I can do is stall.

Oblivion

Ever the same,
The days that drag on.
There’s anger and pain;
Love’s all that’s gone.
What is there to live for?

Ever the same,
The hours tick by.
What’s here that’s sane?
All I can do is cry,
But I don’t know who to cry for.

Ever the same,
The minutes say goodbye.
They say such things are tame;
But it takes only a minute to die,
So much longer to find something to die for.

Ever the same,
The seconds don’t ask why;
They never ask your name —
Only that you do not lie
When you face the choice that you’ve been waiting for.

What Was

Where is the wonder that she used to know?
That little girl, where did she go?
The one with her friends outside in the snow,
When having to leave was her only woe?

She went to the future and she stayed at home,
Trying to find the light in the gloam.
But time got up and went off to roam;
When next she looked up, she was alone.

Now, she is haunted by all that should be;
And all that she wanted she knows won’t come free.
What’s to believe in, and what’s there to see,
When all that’s around you is your life’s debris?

Oracle

I have watched several people
Watch the years slip through their hands
And all the days I’m hardly counting
Are grains of the same sand
So, I can say I know the future
And it’s even somewhat true
Because I’ve watched the sands of time
And I’ve seen nothing new.

Not To Keep

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Six days out of seven
I wake not from my sleep
And of twelve months, I have eleven
Where time is easier not to keep.

Late

I arrive there later on,
Long after you have come and gone.
You assume I wasn’t coming;
It’s simply that my clock is wrong.

Scars

If time could only sweep away
Scars unseen and lifelong pain
Maybe then there would be
A healing that was not in vain.

Glimpsing the Tapestry

There is no rhyme or reason.
Or — there may yet be.
There’s no telling in my current season,
Where life still has its grip on me.

I want to know the answer.
What’s the reason for the wait?
But I am going nowhere
While there’s still thread left for my fate.

(Im)Patience

You must think my patience infinite;
How I wish it was!
But I have things I like to do,
And among them isn’t listening to you
Talking about things of which I don’t care a bit,
But am still stuck listening to, because
They seem to mean something to you.