time.

I struggle with time.

With the way it moves, engulfs, and has a tendency to make me forget.

I admire the way it preservers.

How it pushes forward without permission,

How it spurs on.

A powerful notion, a formidable force,

And a gift all in one.

How do I keep hold of it?

How do I capture the time left?

The older I get,

The more I feel hurt by the way time changes everything.

Yes, it heals but it also makes me forget.

And I don’t want to forget.

I don’t want to forget any of it.