Time runs
Toward uncertain futures.
I wish to savor its delightful slices.
Each day at this time I look forward
To your love,
happily watching the clock.

Suddenly you are gone, taken by time.
Memories turned regrets, the only token of your presence–
Now you are moments of my heart.
I do not wish time to stop like it did for Pompei
Gone with no witness.
How much were they loved?