Page 66 of This I Promise You

---

or slow it down.

Time,

it haunts me.

The scent of you

wrapped around me

time

and time again,

like the sheets we lost ourselves in the night before…

or was it tomorrow?

Tomorrow,

whispering in my ear

like your ‘I love yous’ I want to hear,

my ‘I love yous’ I want to tell.

The ‘I love yous’ I want to believe are real.

This is unreal.

Time.

Oh, how I want to control it in those moments

but never can,

even in my mind.

We are always

trying to get more of time,

trying to turn yesterday into tomorrow.

Can we,

can I

rewind

back to those moments

because my time is running out.

My time is in a drought,

and I'm afraid that if I stay here,

in this elevator

---