Missed

You are beloved and my
Love is in real time and 
For now time may be all
We have to account for 
Who we are and how we
Love. You, my beloved,
Not only lose time, you 
Also misinterpret it. The
Loss is hard. Time when
It's misplaced does not
Come back to us. You,
And I by your side, are
Loving in misinterpreted 
Time. If you think it's 6
When it is nine we lost 
Three hours we could
Really use to live and 
Love, to care, treasure.
It is our time slipping
Away, misunderstood.