Sunday, February 3, 2013
Time: para mi amiga
Time; it affords us space
to become, but it is cruel
when little to none
is provided
seemingly without care
it’s given me
fond memories,
allows this moment
and maybe tomorrow
it erodes my youth
of hours and days,
gives them to my past
now more for then
than before me
I do not lament
my stay but I do
for those who
have been given little
as victims
of time
I do resent, though,
that all I know,
I’ve seen and loved
may no longer be,
that which is me
this may seem selfish,
forgive me if you might,
but it is because
I will miss thee
my eyes
no longer to behold
the pleasure of you
when I’ve lost my request
for time
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Oh nene, what a poignant poem. I so hear you, my friend. Time, as it shortens, becomes infinitely more precious.
ReplyDeleteI meant for you to have heard me ?-)
ReplyDeleteThis is really heartwrenching but lovely. You are such a sensitive soul, mi amigo.
ReplyDeleteSo sad and so lovely!
ReplyDeletei liked this part best:
ReplyDeleteit erodes my youth
of hours and days,
gives them to my past
now more for then
than before me