Art for Heartaches (Poems)

The Lost Time

I loved the lost time
knowing not how
my heart would be played by
the little tricks of time -
our moments either pass swiftly
or last only
while waiting uncertainly.

Time is neither
worried nor hurried
in exhausting itself;
always straying and in advantage,
from my grasp, love fled;
like sands slipping
piece by piece...

I lost more
while I know it less -
a push and pull of consequence;
I chase with fatigue
that which cannot be touched;
I yearn but forget...
the hunger rumbling,
the thirst searing,
the fear unknowing
of what I could be without.

So I loved only
for the lost time
after I lost the love.

#Jul232015