Wasting time

is easy to do when I’m with you.
Days become weeks become years ticking
away with each stroke of the clock, each rev
of the engine. Being with you makes
me understand just how small we really
are. Like trying to catch drops of water
leaking from the faucet, not knowing
the bottom of my cup has a heart-
sized hole. I try to crumple up every
gift, every memory, every moment
like a scrap of paper pencil-penned
with lyrics of a bad tune. But
I wonder if I can when I realize
that I’m the one saying goodbye.