Shattered Hourglass

Do you guys think that if I break and hourglass time would cease to exist?

Just long enough so I

Can I go back to that night

Yeah the night you walked out of my room

The night were “I love you” no longer held a meaning besides habitual

The night you left my arms for good?

The night you became unscribed to my touch and erotic love?

The night where I had to look at you and call you by your real name?

Because, I didn’t want my love for you to be toxic

I hated the thought of being connected to you at the hip

My beautiful violet I wanted to see you flourish without my rotting ground

I wanted the happiness that you deserved to be collected by your small hands

That didn’t mean I wanted you to leave

That didn’t mean I wanted you to disappear from my autistic routine

I just wanted your guidance, into helping me sprout my own flourishing garden

I looked into your brown eyes everyday to see that your garden is surrounded by butterflies and sun kissed love

Now, that is gone

The last I have left of you are materials handed to me by a complete stranger

Your scent still lingering on

I am back to my dying garden my broken heart

Sitting in the soil of confusion wondering…

Was it a mistake?

Was it an issue?

Was it…?

So, I ask again

Do you think if I broke and hourglass, time would cease to exist just long enough…?