Minutes

Scarce, yet never more sought after
Heart flutters as I hear her laughter
Her eyes, like puddles, so deep I could drown
Time frantically fleas, never again to be found

Fleeting and slipping through clenched fingers
In moments of joy, time never lingers
Ducking, dodging, never to return
The erratic tempo of their ways, never will we learn

Dragging their feet in sorrowful sands
With sinking hearts and empty hands
Each tick another prick, a thorn in the side
In the arid air, laid bare, with nowhere to hide

Love, Joy, and Loss
Each have their cost
Which can be measured,
In a matter,
Of MInutes