Testament to Time
In an era where the only feeling is time
That nurtures a budding, all-consuming longing
A never ending cycle of living, “Should it end?”
Countless attempts to press restart, to start anew
A mission to change my ringing tone
The “read” on the glowing screen for eternity existing
“What happened to more than existing?”
Two peas in a pod, nothing mattered, not time
I, a child listening attentively to your warm, conversational tone
A click away, never a moment of longing
In your friendly presence, a metamorphosis, I born anew
But with time, our time came to an end
With you, I never wondered, “Would we end?”
Silent, like the summer air, embracing, existing
Accepting, listening, no need to change anew
Our friendship not acknowledging the passing time
Or the swelling chasm, since what wasn’t there was longing
Never hearing it the awaited ringing tone
Abandonment, but still no shift in my tone
“Is it my fault that it had come to an end?”
Was I too insistent or not forward enough with my longing?
Pretending I was more than existing
None to deny my feelings this time
I could not bring our former relationship anew
How can I now create myself anew?
To change this stale being who has existed with the same tone
I am grime, not an epic, I am not a testament to time
My lungs are still expanding, deflating, but nothing has come to an end
Laying in bed and covering my eyes, “Are you too only existing?”
Concealing my phone under my pillow will not hide my longing
Who knew that time equated longing?
Consciousness must be dealt with anew
Change of scene, I cannot afford to only be existing
Classes with professors speaking with the same senseless tone
New schedules; a futile effort that will never end
The Greatest Plot Twist of All: “Do yourself a favor and stop existing?”
The forgotten sound, the baffling sound, of a ringing tone
These feelings of desperation must end.
A mysterious being forgotten, a call for assistance: “Classmate is it time?”
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