Lumpentime

The hours with you simply fly away;
I cannot keep the time straight in my head
Not that I want to. I prefer each day
To be its own, self-modeled and self-fed,
A singular creation all its own
And not some vivisected lump of hours.
Since we began, my time with you has grown
From pleasing me, but still within the powers
Of other joys, to more than I could do
In twice the time without you. Being here
Beside you is a bliss I never knew
Before, nor will again except you persevere
And come to me again. Be by my side
And let the hours in each other slide.