tempus est lapis

The room is pitch black;

And all I know is that time is stone.

No turning back the second hand.

Only our mistakes to remember.

And I won't be able to look away.

Not even for a second.

Everything is etched into the stone.

And I want to be alone.

I can't think.

Nor can I breathe.

Not at the site of you.

Melting.

I feel like melting into slush.

Or until I can no longer see again.

For your mistakes are much bigger than mine.

If I can't melt, then you can look back at me.

And I can forgive.

But I will never forget.

Because when you left,

I felt like falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.