The world would say,
"Just a few days."
You know what I would say?
"The few days representing a few years from the planet I've fantasized myself to be on."

'Tick, Tock' is all that's being heard.
Those arms are moving hastily, they have places to be.

My old roman numeral clock ticks by louder than the last time I heard your fading 'goodbyes' into some void afar,
At sea.

You represent ME and everytime I went out to That Sea, reminiscing, it hit like a wave again, that day that horrid day when ME was taken away from ME.

'The creation of Adam' so it seemed,
everytime I tried to hurl you back to the earth but that single touch just took us back to the beginning where the world was said to make sense?

I blame the moon for keeping us out of reach.
You pulled by its tides, soul with soul fighting All day and All night just to be with one another,
Once more.

The tighter I hold on to you, photographic you
Years old letters sent by you, the more I become sightless by the giant pools my eyes make and like a waterfall
They
Overflow.

I hope that one day the waters would fall asleep and that the merciful winds blow ME back to ME.
To land where we belong.
Side by side
Soul with soul