seconds become minutes, minutes become hours, and hours become days. my longing drags on, melting the fringes of time and my faltering perception of its intangible existence. how can hours in your sweet embrace seem to last seconds, yet seconds torn from your presence languidly saunter on, mocking my desires? moons wax and wane and the clock seems to pause, broken like my heart forgetting why it beats. i bite my lip, the blood cruelly reminding me of our impermanence. i still taste you in my mouth, the bittersweet taste of unrequited love. once again i will close my eyes in hopes of your return. i hear your voice, faint and but a whisper, but i can’t make out what it says.