Thinkings And Wonderings... Poem by Felicity Whitacre

Is it dead?
I know you say it's not, but-
...Is it?
*Will* it be,
once there's a chance?
It's dying, I think.
It's not real anymore.
...Was it ever
real?
It felt real.
But since then
I'veseen a lot.

I haven't seen *you*.

Are we wasting our time
on a slim chance?
or
are we wasting ourchance
for the sake of Time?

I've forgotten why I love you.
And I know that you have, too.