Wasting Time

 

An unfamiliar room, and an empty bed

The lights are on to chase away solitude

A foolish gesture to the darkness in my head

 

Without the half to my whole

Cold sheets burn warm skin

And stale air expands this lost soul

 

Behind me lies the life I’ve forsaken

Gone for just merely minutes, hours, days

An eternity away it seems to have taken

 

My absence foreboding of the time to come

When those mere minutes, hours, days

Slowly turn to weeks, to months, a year all in one

 

This time will serve as example

The time we’ve taken so simply for granted

Is far from realized, it’s far from ample

 

We can’t waste time, thinking for us it’ll stall

It moves faster and faster, no regard for love

We need to enjoy it, and to cherish it all

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