Killing Time

His Birthday (Morning): As I wake, the date becomes clear. Turn the coffee pot off, Brush teeth, Grabs bag for school. Half of me wants you to call. The other half waits for one. It’s January. The 24th of the month – Your Birthday. Beginning of Summer: Your smile made me soar. Long summer days Of sitting with nothing To do. Little did you know we Were in love. Memories of sneaking out And the whispers of the Night sky. Summer – the perfect time To be in love. His Birthday (Afternoon): I remember the times You would call. Just to see what I was up to. We’d talk till 2 In the morning. Especially – On your birthday… Class bell rings. Wake up from day dream, Grabs books, looks at time. Glances at phone with little hope. Still – No Call. End of Summer: The time grew shorter. Nights never lasted Long enough. We were lost in each other. You were the cheese To my Macaroni. Soon to be my Rain Cloud On my Summer day. His Birthday (Night): Park Car, unlock house, Throw stuff in room. The house has been Empty For almost a year. As I sit down in my chair, The clock ticks my life away 11:49 p.m. … 11:50 p.m. … 11:51 p.m. … You have ten more minutes To call. Yet then I wonder as the clock hits midnight – When you blew your candles out … Did you make a wish? After Him The hurt bled from the inside out But now – I’m strong. I’ll never forget the times We had. Love Happens. Time dies. But one thing is for sure. Love is like a flame. The longer it burns… The harder it is to blow out. And you never really know what you have Until it’s Gone.