Time is running out
The hour glass is pouring its sand to the other side and You’re sitting in front of me. There’s a candle lit and the shadows it makes On your face, nay, The way it highlights your face, every inch and corner like someone sat down and painted you whilst you sat Still Gazing Calm Smiling I don’t think you can see me I’m a ghost of a past you left in the past and never tried to bring to the present Leave the past in the past, they say, but How could you not even try to bring me to your present bring me to my present because now I lay dead and cold Fluttering away grey and Translucent I see you I see all of you But you see through me I have panic written all over my face I glance at the hour glass and then at you I asked for one last chance to look at you To try and get you to bring me to your present I wait, anticipating Every twitch...