Prisoners to Time

What would the world be without time?

If there were no goodbyes, no prolonged ending to every good moment we’ve spent together, nothing to cry about, nothing to dread, no pain…

If I could have kept you just one more day, would anything be different?

 

You’d still pack up your bags and throw them in the back of your truck and leave the next day, as always planned.

You’d walk me to my car, hand-in-hand down your driveway for the last time, you're hand in mine the only thing allowing me to keep moving forward.

You’d hold me tight, tell me that it will all be okay, and reassure me of everything I’ve feared for the past six months.

Then you’d kiss me softly

…and I’d let you go.

 

I’d let you go without saying anything but “I love you.” Because that’s all I can say in between each rough breath I attempt to take.

 

Without you, I forget who I am, I forget that I’ve found happiness…because all I remember is that I lost it.

I don’t want to be constantly looking for someone, because I found you, and that has always been enough, more than enough.

 

You are like too much food on Thanksgiving, filling me up with so much love, so much to be thankful for, so much to care for that it hurts…leaving me feeling sick to my stomach.

And time goes on, without any care to what it has done to us.