Time.

Day after day I wonder endlessly why ever this has lasted what seems so long. With you flows my inspiration, and gone have you taken it. I pretend still that you are alive in me, as if you never parted long ago. When I unfortunately remember you are but a clear shadow now, I am never content. As I finally accept I'm not the high priority in your ever-too-busy lifestyle, I step not forward toward you. Must I prolong the rid of the happy thoughts I've stored? Shall I continue to gaze upon our faces in a picture? I cannot find that proper strength to completely misplace you. I occasionally wonder if you care, as if it should matter. I guess it does to me.

I've promised to wait for the many things we planned. But you've broken too many of the promises you couldn't even make. I see now that I have officially lost the most important thing I had no idea I had with you. I should have cherished it so much more before, but now it's gone. You've failed to give it to me and perhaps I don't deserve it anymore. Although I never took it lightly. I always held it tight when I had it. I stretched its length as long as I could. You see, I miss it an immense amount, but I'll accept that I cannot openly have it. You found your priorities. I can clearly see them above me. And the one thing you fail to give me is your time.