Because after I lost you,After you first weaned off carefully, then ruthlessly ripped yourself away,Time lost all sense.Days were once well-defined, distinct, laid out beautifully,
Neatly compartmentalized and recognizable,
Available for instantaneous recall
For the glorious memories they contained.
Now they are a blurry merge of worthless junk,
Indistinguishable, repititous,
In themselves, a persistent reiteration of the loss of value Time suffered.
Still the clock tries to compartmentalize, quantify,
Divide into days, hours and seconds
In ways that go against
The very grain of Time, so inherently unmeasurable.
Because after I lost you,
After you first weaned off carefully, then ruthlessly ripped yourself away,
Love lost all sense.
Love was once reckless,
Irrational, brave, audacious enough to embrace being vulnerable,
And strong enough to shoulder the burden of hurt.
Now it has become wary,
Careful, rational, judgmental,
Evaluative,
In itself, a persistent reiteration of the loss of confidence Love suffered.
Still I walk the dangeous, dangerous line of falling in love with you again,
Judging and evaluating,
In ways that go against
The very grain of Love, so incorrigibly impetuous.