time,
my dearest devourer of all things,
you take your own pace.
i am sprinting ahead
and dragging you by the cuff of your sleeve
and you are very slow
with lead in your feet.
i cannot rush you.
i have love for everyone.
would you sit with me a moment? in silence?
i only want to fold a sheet of paper for you,
fold it into a butterfly or something nice. to make you smile.
i’ve no idea how to say i love you so much.
i don’t think anyone could realise how much i care,
or how much i want. would it matter if they did?
Time, would you hold my hand, if
only for a moment? i don’t know how to say i
love you.
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