Time

Time

It's a tricky thing

It's an illusion

It's different for everyone

 

Real Time

Is what you feel with

Your loved one when

You are together

 

Deluted Time

Is the generic thing

People have decided

To measure by

 

In Real Time I am only

With him for a mere

Couple of minutes

Before I must leave his side

 

In Deluted Time it's longer

It's been maybe 3 or 4

"long" hours when I kiss

him goodbye finally

 

Real Time...

Deluted Time...

They're in sync

But not ticking together

 

In Real Time

We are together

In Deluted Time
We are not

Reviews

[IAmFiyah]

You're a good writer...you should write more often.

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

This is a really good poem!! I often wonder why when I'm not at work it seems two days are one day and when I'm at work one hour seems like a day and when I'm with him one day is one minute!! Very well said!!!