Time

The hours are going so slowly.

I counted them.
I counted the minutes.
I counted the seconds.
Heck, even the nanoseconds.

I kept track of each passing moment.
I kept track of each memory that could have been made.
I kept track of how many times, I went back to that day.

That day.
That day when I found out…
That day was terrible.
No.
That day was beyond terrible.
That day, my heart's strings were pulled so far apart, the elastic keeping them together broke.
That day, my soul was sucked out of my body.
That day, I became hollow and numb.

Why did you do this?
Why did you leave me?
Why did you do this to me?

And since you've been gone,
I've realized the hours are going slowly.

With each hour,
With each minute,
With each second,
With each nanosecond,
I strike again, hoping to join you again.