Fingers graze the surface,
taking but a sip–
the fingers that touch me
they radiate cold–
it is Indifference,
Sympathy is empty
they do not Understand,
uttering words of change
they say to move on, but
my Hourglass does not turn,
each grain heavier than the last–
I wonder how we got this way,
able to Dismantle hearts,
to fall apart in the Quiet–
Do Not Disturb the others
but, Hearts do not break
at the convenience of others,
Time does not move the same
when your heart is stuck–
though you still do not Understand
that Heartbreak is not simple
nor easy to overcome,
In all the empty words I hear
I was told time heals all wounds–
if I could turn my Hourglass
I promise you I surely would