Missing you is like missing time.
It’s always there but never mine.
Flowing swiftly when your around.
Every moment seems spellbound.
Yet the moments are quickly gone.
As time continues to travel on.
Memories are my one reprieve.
Lasting long after you’ve had to leave.
The current slows when your away.
Making it always that time of day.
When the thoughts won’t leave my mind.
Digging up all the memories I can find.
Eternities have wasted away.
As I am bound in endless replays.
But time always flows.
Reminding me the memories are but mere shadows.
A pale imitation of you.
That I gladly accrue.
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