Stormy PoeticJustice

With you time passes

too quickly.

Minutes become hours;

time is my enemy.

It comes stealthily

to steal you away

too fast,

but won’t bring you back

soon enough.

Time is a fickle beast.

Without you,

time drags on;

an endless monotony

where colors are dull

and the sun is cold.

The space between

your arrival and departure

is a too-small blanket

that leaves my feet cold.

How desperately

I want more of you.