Somehow their faces fade.
Somehow your hands have always felt the same.
Time took your healthy body and shriveled it up until it lay fragile within my arms
Time took you to a separate space.
It takes you by the face and carves lines.
It pulls the weak shrub into a sturdy tree.
It pries the hair from your head to shield your eyes.
Time was a constant reminder that I have you, then I don't.
Time was plentiful.
It never discriminated.
Except when it stretches out around you.
You are never prepared when you look in the mirror.
You are never grown enough to look at aging photos along a wall.
And nothing cripples more than moments that become memories.
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Scattered
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