Time is a Thief
I could plant seeds around your feet
so the vines grow as strong as rope
tying your ankles to the ground
keeping you strapped to this plane
everlasting love until my final sigh.
Yet the dew must fall
drip
drop
until the leaves dry
evaporated by dawn
like something that leaves slowly
and its arrival reminds the time
of how fast it is racing.
And since the second-hand ticks a steady beat
and time is not promised to cease
you could only love me until the pulse ends
so instead, I will be stuck
admiring your shell
and a few tones of your voice
until I leave
and my breath calls out your name
hoping that in the shadows
somewhere
you love me just the same.
If you could love me ‘til I die
I would leave a trail for us to walk together
but because time is a thief
and because I am young
I will plod with my head low
leaving petals of lilies as I go.
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