the time leading up to my departure was always dreary
we made sure we were touching at all times
but we didn’t say much
I took in the deepness of your voice
the chiseled shape of your jaw
the softness of your touch
three weeks in your arms was not long enough,
yet it already felt like home
we didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that we would
soon be separated by the universe
but time always catches up
in fact,
time doesn’t only catch up,
time wins.
time trails you slowly from behind
and lets you forget about its threatening presence
until your mind is nearly clear
you can almost see the finish line in the distance
happiness, dreams, love
until suddenly
time begins getting closer to you
and closer
and closer
with a few swift moves,
time is on your heels,
and then next to you
and then time is in front of you
hurtling towards the finish line
leaving you in the dust
then you’re lying on the ground
confused and unmotivated to finish this race
which has already been won.
now I must hear your voice through my phone
see your face in my pictures
and imagine your touch in my head
until I’ve returned to your arms
where we will race against time
once more
even though we both know
we will not be victorious
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