Kaleidoscope

Counting random shadows
eases the storm inside
while the seconds of a clock  
tick tock  
the years away from my life.
Do you still love me?
I want the answer almost as much
as I don't.
I see our life displayed
from the kaleidoscope of my mind,
images of time better spent
splattered on the walls
of this empty room.
Why can't a memory be a tangible thing?
I wish to reach out  
and pluck these beautiful images
one by one...
and create a diorama
to dance in
forever.  
I cannot remember why
such a wonderful thing
was burned to ashes,
but I can remember  
the fire.
Purgatory is holding me tightly now
and it is a thing of my creation,
I cannot escape  
because I am not ready  
to let go of this hellish  
hope.
I am aching
for one sweet indication
that our story has not yet
ended.
I would kiss you
if you would let me
and the kinetic electro-shock  
will remind you
that the end still waits to be written.
Where are you love?
This room has grown smaller
and the shadows are ephemeral.
The clock will not stop,
it will not slow,
but I am grateful
for the kaleidoscope.