Glazed tiles mirrored none, the gravity in our hearts-
The clocks the graves, of time to come
Lethargy our sedate, to ease our part
We started all as one, but now in some.

Then comes always but alas the time, that is. To say goodbye-
Merrymaking. Phototaking. Jubilance and virgin flights;
Others abducted from their loved, let cries and distressing sighs
We waited, waved. While in the midst of an emotional fight.

How sudden realization smack us, we don't know-
Late night turmoil. Thoughts, often so heartwrenching
Cold hard reality, its almost impossible to say no
All, we can't do. But resign. And leave our hearts dying.

There's never, perfect time to cherish,
that is until, our time has perished.