Time, no longer in tempo, and I've forgotten the meaning, anyway.
Here, now, it feels like hell but in another time and place, we'll meet.
This is hope. These are prayer said as the hourglass of our lives, slowly drips its sand.
Which epoch began last Friday? Was it last or a week before? The calendar keeps better time than I but doesn't help if I never look at it. You, I want to look at but you don't see. Time is elusive as love.