Point by Point

Each starts with the mere thought of you;
word by word, line by line.
Each begins with the hope of always;
dream by dream, idea by idea.
Each appears with the expectation of now;
sound by sound, tone by tone.
Each creates with the need of forever;
colour by colour, hue by hue.

Lost within
a never ending loop,
of this and that
of yes and no.
Gone within
an always ending
of rejection,
elimination.

Each ends with the mere thought of you,
slipping by too quickly to catch.
Each ceases the hope of always,
stumbling down too slow to watch.
Each delayed with the expectation of now,
spilling my insides out.
Each destroyed with the need of forever,
splashing my rejection and admiration,
into the sea of my exile.