Without Time

The world still moves 
beyond these walls.
The trees still sway, 
moving the birds
from nest to branch 
and branch to air -
as free as the space
I keep in my mind
rewinding to our past
when the laughter 
hit the breeze
like the wind 
hit your face
on the day that we met.
The world still moves 
beyond my eyes.
The trees still sway, 
moving the birds.
But now we stand 
without time,
there's none of me left.