Out of Time

It started when you left.
There was no brightness left that I could feel.
Then all the many things became unreal.
It's not your fault. Nor is it mine.
Somehow I simply misplaced all that time.
For you were the last of my reasons to be.
Your love the one hope that I had to be free.
You closed your heart. I don't know why.
And now I cry without an end in sight.
While there, around the edges, I can spy
a fragmentation of the loving ties
that you and I once shared.
It's all a blur.
Too many tears.
I will myself back out of time again...

? Michaelette ?

3/20/2005
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