I know it's only four days
Four days that seem so microscopic
Compared to the grandeur and complexity of time
Time in the hands of one person
Is so different compared to another
Isn't it funny how only 24 hours go by painstakingly slow
When you're with someone who you never wish to be without
And yet when you're with them
They could either go by quicker than a candle blown out
Or they seem to never pass because of how in the moment it all is
Time is a funny thing
How it breaks
And heals
And burns
And fixes
Time is a wonderful thing
It gives us a chance to think about how precious every moment is
Every moment I want to spend with you
Is time that will soon come and surround us
Hold us in it's passing gaze
And trap the memory of the moment in well loved journals
Memories that will never be forgotten
Sometimes I wonder if I will only ever be a memory
To those I really do love
That's the hard part about time
Time without someone you love
Creates a memory out of you
That you hope they will treasure while you're gone
And remember while you're back
But I hope I won't just be a memory
I want to live and breathe in the very thought of your mind
I'm not gone
I'm here
Looking up at the same sky
I'm not gone
I'm here
Watching the same moon
I'm not gone forever
I'm here
Waiting to come back and relieve the well loved memory of me
To know for myself you're not only a memory
You're here
I'll come back
And we will be in the presence of time forever
You and me side by side
YOU ARE READING
My Unofficial Truths
PoetryI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.
