Forest
I still feel you next to me when I lay in bed at night.
I still hear your breath when I stare at the ceiling.
I still sense your presence when I look at the clock
and see only 5 minutes have passed.
5 minutes.
I used to think 5 minutes were nothing.
You've got 1440 of those every single day.
But now...
Now, 5 minutes are everything.
5 minutes are an eternity.
5 minutes don't seem to end.
Every time a new 5 minutes start,
it seems like there's no end,
because even if these 5 minutes ever pass,
a new 5 minutes will begin.
Time just goes on.
It doesn't wait for anyone.
Time is like you.
Time reminds me of you.
Time happens and moves on.
You can't stop time.
No one can stop time.
Time doesn't stop.
Time doesn't care if someone wants it to stop.
It just keeps going.
Time is like you.
Or are you like time?
Is time your inspiration?
Do you look up to time?
I do.
I look up to time.
I wish I could do what time does.
I wish I could move on.
I wish I could go and never stop.
Do you?
Do you know I do?
Probably not.
You probably don't know.
You don't know anything.
Or do you?
YOU ARE READING
Unnameable
PoetryLove is a complicated matter. It hits you at the most random moments. These are some of my encounters with said subject. Every chapter contains my thoughts and feelings on a different person. To keep them anonymous, I gave each of them a nickname...
