Time

- When I have too much the thoughts run rampant

I wring my hands not sure what to do next

All the voices run together at the speed of a train

Begging to fill in all the spaces.

Sometimes I don’t think about it, but just move with the pace.

I never hear it ticking, if I did I probably would turn it off.

Every time I see you, I feel it slipping away

and wonder about a time when you won’t be there.

I don’t want to think about it

I know I have to

In time I will celebrate your life and keep the memories I have clutched to me.
Thinking about this reminds me of the fragilitiy of it all and my own demise.

I try to think of it as a precious commodity, but so many things cloud that thinking, so

many things make it slip away.

I try to stress the importance of it, but it won’t hit me until your gone

until it runs out and I’m wishing it back.