My Rhythm in Time

The next sound you hear
Will be my first tear
When it hits the floor
As you close the door!

I might start to grieve
Soon after you leave.
You might hear me crying
As my dreams start dying!

The plans that we made
Are starting to fade,
As shadows and fears
Erase all those years.

The rhythm of time
Has lost every rhyme.
Sad poetry bends
My hope as it ends.