time

i count down
time keeps its march
a movement forward
edging us closer
yet we remain apart
and the minutes stretch out
and hours drag by
as is the fashion of time when its watched expectantly
moments past flood in
and time as a memory is frozen
never to be gained or lost, just a season rooted in my mind
and the seconds tick away
all too slow in this waiting place
and all so fast when i am with you
days slide into each other
some the same, not much change
some like a sudden burst of blossom in spring
and i mark this passage with the wait
shadows slip in and the sun turns away
and another day inches closer
closing the gap
a tantalizing slow ecstasy of anticipation
and time takes its leisurely path
turning seconds into minutes and minutes to hours
and then all too soon
time has come
and gone
leaving me with the memory of you and me