My time spent alone,

It isn’t sad or blue.

It is simply time alone,

Although it’s spent with you.


Time is funny in her ways.

And like a god,

You can choose to believe in her mysterious waves.


And I ask myself,

When I’m alone,

If time were alive,

Her birth yet known,

Would she be a friendly one?


I ponder her existence.

Your eyes hold the answer,

Not for the world,

But for me.

As I read into their pools,

I try to decipher time’s purpose,

Before I become time herself.


Love me when I'm with my lonesome self,

Love me when I'm alone,

To save me from falling into time’s captive drone.