And How I Cry

Our own hourglass

The one that holds

Your heart

As invisible as time

Will still exist

No matter

Not knowing

Just because

~

For the value of love

Can be defined

In a skip across the

Damp pavement of a city blind

~

People out walking their dogs

Normal lives

That I cannot touch

Yet stand nearby

And wonder about

How He decides upon a journey

Even the dampness of the morning

Reminds me that I do feel you

~

With every step my life

Exists by a virtue

A value

A common ground

~

That when it is exposed

Feels just then slowly bound

~

Only then