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

5 comments:

  1. Oh nene, what a poignant poem. I so hear you, my friend. Time, as it shortens, becomes infinitely more precious.

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  2. This is really heartwrenching but lovely. You are such a sensitive soul, mi amigo.

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  3. i liked this part best:
    it erodes my youth
    of hours and days,
    gives them to my past
    now more for then
    than before me

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