Tiempo

What is time if time doesn't aid the endless seconds spent counting

My pen glides words of hurt not for you but of you.

Tells a story read back to back pulls the triggers of a tugged war I let go that still holds on.

Words upon words upon words with no meaning.

Average living, but I never listened.

Life told me that I never had you so I never lost you. I should've listened.

So many ways to say I love you, the patience that you listen with the convection you fight with.

You don't need to understand the reasoning of the heart if the heart doesn't think

The sensation that time is endless with your hands around my return.

You don't have to explain I'll always love your freedom more than I can ever love time.

-JF