I am
connecting the dots as they are

falling

and collecting the fragments of
childhood.

You were once a part of me

(but never knew);

You took a part of me

(but never will know).

Because I thought I had more time,
I ended up with nothing but
chimes striking one o'clock.
Too late to try, too easy to --

A landscape portrait without you. Every option,
every possible path presented here, is
lonely.

In time, I have lost you (and that
piece of me you tore off on the
perforated line).

In time, I will look for you, behind
every second hand and
binary calculation that
picked you out of my life too soon.