How do you do it?
Bend time like that...
When you are with me.
Hours disguise themselves.
And I miss everything in between.
Then you leave.
And throw everything into reverse.
Parade as hours.
One of those parades that never ends.
Float after float.
Each a cruel mockery of the void.
Marching band after marching band.
Each tormenting me.
With their seemingly infinite.
If you don't return soon.
It's possible we will all turn to dust.
You just don't ever leave me.