Somedays.

Some days seem longer than others, because you are on my mind.

Hands on the clock wont be bothered,and the gears inside don't care to wind.

Some thoughts seem sadder than others because I feel I wasted your time.

The sound of your laugh makes it harder to remember the sound of mine.

Failing at the task of forgiving, ask me if I am okay ,and I'll will lie.

The clock finally moves a tick as I slowly shut my eyes. 

The only person that I can control is the person I am inside. 

Letting go is the key, it turns, and grinds. Breath is what reminds me I am alive. 

Now most days are better than others, as I practice to still my mind.

Hands on the clock a reminder, that time is a fast thing passing me by.

Each second the world gets a little smaller, but looking inside, that space is mine.

I cant change them, or her ,or him. I don't have to, because every things changes in time.