The Trickery of Time

As time gets closer

my heart grows shy

I want to be fearful

It want to hide

Seven fortnights

I've waited, and a few days

yet as time comes closer

how heavy my heart weighs

My mind plays tricks

I find I am fraught

with strange burden

pelted with nervous thoughts

What if all this time

I've waited for naught?

What if the passing of time

made my love forgot?

How I ache, and wish

nothing much more

than to fall in the sea

and forget I was once adored

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2009