Time is Peculiar

Time is moving on.

But my time is standing still.

Words on paper purged from thought
Memories I would rather have forgot
Remind me that time is standing still.

And I, no matter what might happen
Can never be the same again-
Happiness can feel like sin
When time is standing still.

When time is moving on for all
But you, time is not time at all
Time is unfair; a bastard, a craven
To all those who become the victim
Of this unfair game it's given.

All this and nothing more
When your world has stopped
And theirs is turning
When your time has frozen
And theirs' now burning
Your ice box world is still.

When you miss her
From nothing at all
A scent, a memory;
Cake turned cough syrup
Spring turned Fall.

No matter how many
Hands reach towards you
Outstretched and open
Time has a way; cruel and unspoken
Of reminding you of the simple fact
Your time is yet standing still.

But time is moving on without her.

Without you.