poetryspillingforth:

Prompt: Given The Hour

time never stays still, never looking back, just trudging along

roses spill our from beneath you, but you don’t turn

are you immune to destruction? or am I too weak?

sunlight casts shade over hands grasping, clawed and desperate

nails long and sharp, messy locks tumbling onto your shoulders

the flowers have stopped rejoicing, the brown pines stopped echoing

trails of laughter have long since fallen into the river, into your nothingness

all I want is that hour back, are you selfish? like the dogs that jump in the grass, and never bringing prey?

you forge forward, ignoring my pleas. just one more hour,

one more “I love you”, one more withered flower presented with smirks

give me an hour, to fall asleep kissing under

fog that rolls towards us, littered with maple leaves red and gold in the moonlight

hide us, quick, before you come to redeem yourself

why do you continue progressing, when all we want is for you to wave to us

and see your smile one more time?