S inking into my bed, my mind feels empty and cold, it writes stories about us that still remain untold.

D reams of you are all I have left, it’s the only place our love remains free, it runs around my mind, unbothered about expectations or acceptance.

R oping itself around my veins, almost suffocating me until I wake and when I do, I’m stuck, stuck in the reality of time.

A fter I wake I have no choice but to start my day, though I still feel the after effects, my body still aches.

W e have no choice but to change, but I wish we could go back and revisit old times.

K nowing you was not enough, it was too short-lived, I need your gentle love to heal me once again.

C an’t you come back to me? Why did the curse of time take you away? You was not ready.

A fraid of what my mind might do without you, I talk to the clock on my wall that made our time short, I beg for it turn, for it to go back.

“B ackwards”I whisper to it each night however, it is to stubborn and careless to listen to my words.

So for now, I will look forward to sleeping each night and feeling your love tightly embracing my mind.