a train of thought

if i ripped your life away
if i held the axe of time
would you be able to tell me why
i should not cut the threads of memories
could you tell me why this very hour means something
to you
to me
could you tell me why i should keep standing here?
and should you say no
then i would guess that something has already been torn from you
something has already sliced the strands of hope
perhaps you loved life with a fierce intensity
the kind of love that falls on its knees
and never breathes when plucked up