DEAR TIME
I see you.
I know you’re there.
I didn’t used to but now I
do.
I feel you inching up on me.
Whenever I say “Who is
that actor in that movie, you know, the one about…?”,
Whenever I get on the floor
to play with the cats and have to grab onto something to stand up again,
Whenever I can’t do what I
did before and don’t know what I knew before,
I hear your dry chuckle and
see you move a little closer.
I know you’re there.
I know you have plans for me.
Well, guess what.
I have plans for you, too.
Plans for where I’m going to
go and who I’m going to be with and what I’m going to do.
Plans for today, plans for
tomorrow, plans for the next year and the next.
I can’t outfox you. Can’t outrun you. Can’t outlast you.
I know you’ll catch me in the
end.
So come on, follow me around.
Come close. Breathe down my neck.
I am not afraid of you.
Love this epistolary piece, Babs. So relatable. xoA <3
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