h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

And here I am once more.
Waiting as the second hand moves.
Ticking the day slowly past.
Till the morrow comes.

Strange how slow that hand can move.
Relentless and unstoppable
time marches ever on.
But for now it moves so slow.

Those seconds feel like minutes.
Each passing hour feels like a day
And each day a lifetime.
Yet time moves always on

Each day without you
Seems to last forever.
The next moment with you
A lifetime away.

I know you are there.
A ‘phone call away.
That magic device which places
Your voice in my ear and your love in my heart.

But hearing your voice
Makes me yearn for you here.
The scent of your perfume.
The touch of your hand.

Separated by miles.
Connected by wires.
I look at your picture and imagine
You here by my side.

The loner is dead.
The man who couldn’t care gone.
No regrets at their passing.
No loss to mankind.

Born the one who can care.
And what a birth.
Fully grown
Yet totally naive.

This man-child,
Who is confused by his world.
Sees beauty where before was misery.
Through the eyes of a child.

Who knows what his heart needs.
Who knows what happiness is.
Who has experienced true love.
Who knows what loneliness is.

Yet the hour approaches.
When time will speed up.
To speeds unheard of
By even the scientists who judge these laws.

When we are together
The second hand blurs.
Moving so fast
It is not possible to see.

Days are gone.
In the beat of my heart.
These times so precious
Worth more than gold.

I know you will be back.
Or I will come to you.
To make me whole again.
To make the child feel safe.

I do my best.
To survive the days
Without you beside me.
Awaiting your return.

But these days
Get ever more difficult.
I would forfeit all I have
to be ever by your side.

Funny how I thought I was happy.
Alone and aloof.
Now I know I was lonely.
In need of a friend.

You are that friend.
Come when I least expectd it.
Saving me from myself.
From bitterness.

How strange.
That ticking hand.
Which moves ever on.
Setting the pace of our lives.

*speechless*