The Cruelty of Time

(Time enjoys playing tricks on me. Coming to you, it drags its hands. Leaving, it swiftly carries me away. And when it gives me a spare moment in which to think, it taunts me with your memory. It keeps me imprisoned with shadows of your smile, echoes of your laughter, and the slow falling sands of an hourglass as my prison inmates. And when it allows you a visit bittersweet in its fleetingness all to abruptly it tears us apart back to the other duties of our lives where my heart beats as wood inside a mechanical robot. When your presence becomes absence Time becomes a taskmaster, burdening me with accomplishing what I no longer feel. All I feel is you. The corrupt clock cruelly relishes this power it holds to speed up, or slow down, at all the wrong times. And all I can do is suffer Through its maniacal ticking laughter until the time Time shows mercy and allows me to stay in the only time and place I care to be, the time and place where you’re with me.)