Dear Time,
Love is beautiful, death is inevitable, but what are you? Love is a blind lie, death is a clear truth, but what are you? Love is painted with the color red, while death is colored with the color blue, but what color are you? Love: envy, jealousy, anger, lust, yearning, and comfort. Death: cold, sorrow, pain, crying, relief, and certain. What are you, Time?
You are what I share with someone I love. You are how many minutes, days, months and years I have left to make peace with someone, take a chance on someone, learn to dance with someone. You are my wake up call in the morning, my warning at night, and the thing that guides me during my day.
You are my loved one's endless laughter, my favorite song, and summers long gone. The gentle breeze that blew my hair into my face, the quiet morning with a steaming cup of coffee, the sunrise with its gentle oranges and yellows, and the sunset with its rough pinks and purples.
You are the future, and everything that is in store for me. You are my muffin top I won't be able to lose, my kids that will graduate, my hair that will gray, my wrinkles that will cover my face.
Time, you are the most important of all, because without you, love and death have nothing to go off of. They will be forever lost without your guidance, without your help to know when to move on, let go, hold on, stay... without you, there is no us.
Remember that,
Rae
