how time is measured

92 days
does not justify the catastrophic affairs of ache
and is not the most accurate description
of how long I have since attempted to count your
intricate lashes
and wonder how there are stars etched on your face
or even feel the murmur of my heart in its cavity
buzz and buzz and buzz

the proper measurement of time should be:
91 nights of endless wandering within the infinite confines of my mind
a few moments gathered in my palms which I unknowingly smother while trying to preserve them
an album of 16 songs on shuffle
reminders of my incompetence
(honey I could never measure up to you)

ocean eyes?
no, I still believe you have stars in your eyes
while I, have seas for eyes
You and I,
like the seas and stars
bounded by imaginary boundaries
will never meld into one