Like a hand,
Slipping slowly from your limp grasp,
Every second beating like an hour,
Insoluble affection ingrained.
It falls, expectedly, yet sharply.
Resonating in the empty hollows,
Of a racing heart.
What was once certain is still
But hidden behind layers,
Hurtful curtains of time.
Caress the pain,
The aching, the stabbing, the vacancy,
Where he once resided justly,
But now lingers unwelcome.
So entwined in my world you are,
A terrible tangled web of sorrow.
Lonely but not alone,
Separated by streets, bricks, walls
And the bare arms of others.
An inconvenience of emotions.
So let the freedom run warm in your veins,
Revel in the puddles of tears,
And that, which you cannot grasp,
Now will be what twists inside your soul.
Reality strikes harder than a fist,
Yet strangely trudges on.
Words caught on lips,
Wedged beneath pride,
Are now heavier than your callous heart.
While saturated with emotions,
At least my mind
No longer not floats in regrets.