Since I'm too tired to really write anything today, please enjoy this random poem I wrote a while ago, and can't remember writing.

There is one thing I can not
(will not try to)
Comprehend:
Time. The essence of which is lies.
Time. An alliance we can not rend.
Five years is a long time.
Seven months.
Have they really passed by?
An hour since I last spoke to you.
Appears so much longer.

- Aimee