Wish it were..

The shades of time cast a shadow long,
Evenings unravel like loose threads.
Leaves do not just dance—
they clash like cymbals,
trees bowing in rhythm to the wind’s command.
The sun eats greedily at the edges of the day,
a slow feast that leaves the sky bruised.
Moments slip by—
not weightless, but coins spilled carelessly
from a pocket you cannot mend.
Mercury sinks, smiling slyly,
the heart and mind straining
like two oxen yoked apart,
longing for a single furrow.
Emotions keep their distance,
while the quarrel sits too close,
its breath warm against my cheek.
Life extends—
an endless road where the signals are gone,
the paint on the signboards fading,
the mile stretching, always a mile more.
No longer a whirlwind—
breath and sweat braid together,
inseparable as river and silt.
Darkness shakes hands with night,
and the sun bows low at the gate.
Then come the voices—
Conversations scattered like papers in the wind:
questions, speculations, the sharp slam of anger.
Why not? Why so?
Why should I? Why wouldn’t he?
The chorus of whys empties me,
a sieve leaking faster than I can fill.
Still, another sunrise will arrive,
indifferent, unhurried—
another memory waiting to be made.
Sigh.
I lay awake.