I have let the time slide past
I have not counted it, not numbered it, not measured it, not allowed it to register as having slipped away.
I have not marked it on the cruel grid of a calendar.
I have not allowed its tyranny to impose a structure on the passing of moments.
I have done all I can not to think about your illness or how long you have been gone.
Instead I think of you smiling, I imagine you laughing. I dream of you dancing.
I make plans for you.
I have let the time slide past.
I have not allowed it to mount up as hours, days or weeks.
All I know
is that I will not be happy again
until you are well.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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