Staring at the clock,
waiting for time to run fast,
and anticipating the
calendar pages to be stripped off,
Every day was undeniably slow,
the hours were incredibly long,
like a pail waiting to be filled
by droplets of water from a broken faucet,
I am waiting still,
using this period
to erase my feelings,
and get over our moments.
Funny how hard I try
to forget you for so long,
even if it only took a flash second
to fall completely for your heart.
// Easier Loved Than Forgotten
