Time’s Game.

I say hello but you say goodbye,

I whisper to come in,

Yet you stand on the doorstep.

My voice grows hollow,

Echoing in the corridor,

Still you stand alone,

As cold as a statue.

My words drift away,

Why dont they?

Make your heart sway,

The way I want.

Something is beginning to haunt.

The passages of my heart,

Things I already knew,

Why so piercing now?

When before they lacked any matter.

I try to reach towards you,

Why cant you come?

Just a bit closer.

Is it my imagination,

Or a fickle game of time,

Before we laughed at it,

Now we turn so hostile.

How do I get a hold of?

All those foolish thoughts.

Deeds I've done no longer,

Can they be undone.

What is the source?

To this unpent frustration.

How do I remake,

That solid part of me,

Before you ever came,

So I'll just be me,

And you do your thing,

I'll trust my instincts,

Repell all the assumptions,

Allow time to play its game,

Only focusing at this moment,

On making my own name.