I measure so much in portions of time.
the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.
my bus ride home.
a large cup of milky tea.
the hair finally growing back.
and the bruises to fade.
three songs and im done.

Then there is those things that just take while.
your text back to me.
the email ive been waiting on.
getting dressed to go out.
making a delicious meal.

And then there are those things that take longer, feel endless.
my hurting heart.
the trust you broke.
the words and space left between us.
the grief i feel for those who have left this life.