Yearning

Once more, before never again becomes reality,
Let us speak once more, share soft letters of comfort.
Time is ceaseless, endless, but never forgiving,
While we are young, it condemns us and presses ever on.

Looking outside my window, greeted only by dull grey clouds,
I hear the lonely ticking of the clock as fleeting seconds pass by.
Nostalgia overcomes me, and my heart is instantly pained,
Knowing that right now, I am probably not in your thoughts.

Soon, all opportunities will disappear, as though they never existed,
And with them, our voices, our laughter, our smiles, and shared moments.
Thieving Time is so clever, so sly, so thoughtful, so cruel,
I won't even realize my memories of you are gone.

White, like snow.
A blank sheet of paper.
Not unused, but erased.