Empty places and empty faces
Reflecting nothing back to me
Time is not an absolute
The time it takes to pass
Changes when I’m not with you
My willingness for it to come or go
Cannot change its passing
It is measured by the time before
And the next time I will see you

Harry’s better place echoes
“It’s time that I move on”
and “I wish you were mine”
Love is more than a better place
It is the only place that makes sense
It is where the dream meets you
And where I send my passing time
When my passing time belongs to me
That is the next time I will see you

My separate love is too much a part
Of the pieces that when put together
Make up the better part of my heart
My separate love is not enough of me
Too much of my time is spending itself
My willingness for it to come or go
Cannot change its passing
It is measured by the time before
And the next time I will see you
© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.