Tick.

Lets rush to the start,
Where conversations were filled with laughter.
When everything brought to a halt.
Lead me to a ground of azure,
Exposed to your warmth.

It strike me wonder,
How time could steal all we had.
Blurring the brink of reality.
As if being isolated in an empty hall,
Voices were sent back, echoing.

Did you ever realised,
What we had,was unaccountable.
And I'd do just anything to get back.
I'd scribble lines to stop this moment,
I'd yearned for it eventually.

Made through every impossible,
But nothing would work.
I'm losing.
And after every passing day,
I can only hope for a better tomorrow.