First, the sighting Second, the hearing I thought, I’ll be forgetting Of You, existing
The heat is fading Temperature dropping Cold and chilling Memories, haunting
Will maybes be lasting? Will what-ifs daunting? Questions overflowing heart torn and overbearing
Am I willing to keep on holding? Who am I fooling Admist my pinning ?
Alas, my self is asking Time as if a being yet words are lacking in silence of tiding