There were days when our love kicked
rivers out of its way with relish
and powdered up the fluff of meadows full
we’d wander past.
There were hours when our hands broke
tides, melodies, stranded together we stood
and ached as the love we shared
There were minutes when our kisses flew
you’d whisper, and promising
Now the seconds pass
over me in silent solemn
procession, I’ve been forcing myself to
there can’t be a fiftieth.
For today was yesterday’s tomorrow.
And I am devastated, wishing there would be.