-time

Finally a moment in time and yet not long enough,
the ticking clock in its finest moments.
The moving hands; it serves an everlasting purpose.
Joy it brings, and yet it's more that you yearn.

Issit truely joy or somewhat pain in its mist?
It drafts a certain dream that feels like reality.
Like a faded legacy; unclear and yet it exists.
For the truth it holds, piles up the anxiety.

Alas, a relationship, like a moon, it waxes and wane.
Through a place of our meetings, it drew distance.
The wind; it enshrouds us in the mist of our uncertainties.
The silence; it falls on us like suppressed voices.

And if somehow the falls of it doesnt fade,
the words, they fall on seemingly deaf ears..
Then perhaps there is the absence of fate.
In which it separates two similar identities,
into two of both ends.