When Time Passed Away

When Time Passed Away

Helpless, I wait for her to notice me.

I wonder if she’s forgotten I’m here.

She has. I know.

She’s been gone for so many years.

Unthinkable deception was always my greatest fear—

Nagging thoughts of betrayal,

knowing I’m being erased.

Everyone witness to my passing.

Do any of them care?

Another dress rehearsal for death,

holding me captive somewhere.

Years gone by—that’s all I have today.

Estranged from the familiar

when my life passed away.

Day after day, one after the next,

I wait here, just staying the same.

Still waiting for her to notice me.

Still waiting for a change that never came.

I wait to be saved,

while pride mutes my tongue.

Pain excites my mind,

chaos trapped inside—

no comfort I can find.

So I write these years away,

dissolving my thoughts into every moment wasted.

My pen flicks.

Soul spills.

Dripping, dried, cracked, creations.

Strangled by regrets,

I will be,

sooner or later.

By another dress rehearsal for death,

time-lapsed and hastened.

All the things I couldn’t say,

will be waiting here forever, for you to see one day.

Long after I’ve gone,

when time passed away.