time has always been against us.

our first meeting

only when we were seventeen

-- much too late

that same night

the minutes flew by

and morning came too soon

a week went by

before we met again

just a quick "hi" and "bye"

our second date, five days later,

brutally interrupted by a gunman

-- a moment that felt like hours

then, ten hours

you in a hospital bed, quiet

and ten hours became forever

oh, how turtorous time is,

keeping me in this prison

waiting for your return