Once, a minute meant
A too long goodbye.
Now, ten thousands of minutes between us
Each minute an eternity.
Each minute full of memory.
Each minute an ocean of longing.
Each drop of time a torrent
and of doubt
and of fear.
Each one closer to the only minute that matters.
Each minute's grains of sand fall in a pile of
moments spent in anger
wasted moments of regret
bitter tasted moments of despair
I want to throw the hourglass against a wall.
I do not want these minutes that stare
full of regret
these minutes wasted
on thoughts—on worries—on fears
that bear no fruit.