Time doesn't exist when you hear your loved one's voice.
Time didn't exist when you used to play with your toys.
Time didn't exist when you read the letters from your vanished parents.
Time didn't exist when you did what you loved.
Broken words never matter.
People have their own business to mind.
Life isn't as easy as mixing a cake batter.
One day, you'll be rewarded for the tears you bore.

The ticking sound of my black watch
and the melting of my favorite vanilla scotch,
drenched completely in the summer rain,
reminds me that death is near and life is vain.

The last dance before I close my eyes,
the last song before my soul dries,
the last rain before time flies,
and the last time I need to hear your voice.
© therosewriter67