The Hour Glass

As the falling grains of ebony sand hits the base, I can only sit here and think about what should of been. The time goes by slowly, but what feels like an eternity is merely seconds then minutes.

Oh how I long for my dreams to come true now rather than late. For you to be there when I want you to be. For the way you feel to be directed towards me but all I can do is keep waiting for. You hesitate but I'm not sure why, will we ever be? When the day comes it may be too late. Then where do I stand? To give up something that I had settled for when now I can have you? I know it would be wrong and I know I never say that I settled for someone. With the time I have with you I will cherish more than ever. Our friendship is probably more dear to me than what I want from you. Only time can tell us where our future lie.

The glass is nearly full and all I can think about is you. The sands won't stop, they can't stop. I've spent countless minutes hearing you speak of others. It hurts me to see you in pain, heartache inflicted by another. It pains my heart to hear of such minor travesties that are larger than life to you. All I can do is not show my emotions to you and mask them with divine words of advice. My hour is nearly up and I have yet to tell you how I really feel.

One day we will have our moment and it will be one that we won't and can't forget. My time is up.