Time Ticks On

Too many distractions,
Too many attractions –
Too much to say,
That goes unsaid.

Too much time
That we give to know one, yet
Everyone longs –
For time alone.



Too much said
That doesn’t make sense.
Too many things unsaid,
That is now in past tense.

Too many nights
Of unshared joy,
Too many, just
Too many unshed tears.

Too many days, when
I stay without you.
Too many days,
For all I care.

Too many distractions,
Too many attractions –
Too much to say,
That goes unsaid.

Too much time
That we give to know one, yet
Everyone longs –
For time alone.