Just A Minute Poem by Thomas McKelvey

It begins, my beloved,
the moment my eyes open,
in the pale light without you.
Morning is an angry sea,
each minute a cresting wave,
washing away the sands of memory,
building a mountain
of absence upon my heart.
Time chisels your departure
into my skin,
each second a new layer
of this silent monument,
your presence buried
beneath the relentless tide
of minutes,
each one a small eternity
in the vast ocean of time
that keeps us apart.