De-synchronisation

Time lies that you're having fun
and lies with arms all open
from missing you.

And quiet Time,
time falling over waters,
time smoking away,
is as alone as immemorial,
sole occupant of too many lives.

A stretch of time
and you're with me again, but
from time to time you go.

Part time
and your small part of me
starts to fragment, divide…

Yet time sits on your hands.
Time leans over your shoulder
casting a long, long shadow out the door.

Down-time; your thoughts slide
along thought's corridors.
It's high time I live in
a loftier, self-important world.

And it's a pity hearts don't beat in time.