Time Lock — Hourglass

The hourglass will start turning tomorrow,
and each grain of sand will feel like a year passing by.

I wish
that time would last forever.

We are all bruised and healed, yet I want to hear you talk more,
as long as you need to, as long as I can.

And I want to understand the small tear.
How come a little drop could give such a powerful sense?

I’ve yet to discover more,
and I yearn to.

I know there’s a time for both of us,

but I can’ wait. Come back soon. Or I’ll be there soon as well.