Falling sands slow when you aren't around.
The second hand takes a step back.
Time itself hold its breath.
Waiting.
Waiting for that singular moment
when you arrive.
When it can exhale and breath anew.
The moment carries on forever.
Waiting.
Just as I sit here for you.
Just as the world continues to spin.
Lost until you return.
Until then, we stand here
Waiting.
