Time Can't Fly

Time Can't Fly

I reset the time glass
And stare at its neck
At each speck of sand
That drifts through
But then floats
Held in my gaze
Till I place it gently

At its rightful place 

  

There are millions more 

And each wait its turn 

I'm their keeper 

They drift for me 

I know no rest 

Nor day or night 

As I place these specks 

And keep time ticking 

As the last one is laid

Resting in its place 

I know its time 

To end the wait

I can sense her here 

I lift my gaze

A brightened flash

A burning pain

A wait lasts a minute

To lay my eyes on her

But now at its time

All I see is a void

And amidst it all I see

A lost, lonely speck

The last, I'd missed

My waiting minute renews

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