Finite

I’m sitting at the window
Of another world
Trying not stare too long
At a life I’m not living;
I’d like to believe in infinity,
But I have no patience
For the endless worlds
we’ve tried to exist in,
and I cannot wait around
For the words you said
Three lives ago
to finally reappear
on this script.
I know you’re certain
That you have known
some version of my
heart on the edges
Of a foreign hour,
But I have exhausted the
Graceful hands of this clock,
Begging it to speed
Up and slow down
To the pace of our fancy,
And I think we’re
All out of time.