August 1st.

It's the same time 

Always the same time

The precise time, the right time 

A finite point on an infinite line 

That split second moment when I forget you 

 

That you, you demand to be remembered 

Lurking in dreams, fantastical where nothing is tempered 

Our existence is unrestricted, the things we want to say unedited, unfettered 

You chose me, you tell me it was always me 

 

But then it's me, and dreams end in reality 

"Don't ruin his life!" They scream, she screams, you are also saying 

But what about me? What about the pieces you left, the pieces of me?

It was never about us 

 

And so the clock starts again, hours to minutes to seconds 

Until it's time 

The same time, always the same time 

Again.