Time

When we think about time, we think of hours we have left of work
or days until something special or when we need to be somewhere.
We obsess over how the traffic is going to make us late or missing
an appointment that was directly at 8 a.m. and can't be rescheduled.

But the thing is, when you're in love, time simply does not matter.
It comes and goes, birthdays, anniversaries, weekends, it moves on,
but it moves on in our lover's eyes and how we draw out every kiss
and how every hug is caught in the moment, suspended in this second,
begging to never let go and to try and stop time from moving any quicker.

When you're in love, every precious moment is not taken for granted,
it's not wished away, the clock is not watched, cell phones are left
on book cases or desk or in bags and simply forgotten. Time becomes
fragile. It becomes that thing that cannot be quicken or slowed,
it just is let be to be time, to let the hours slowly tick by on the grandfather
clock. It is accepted and so is your kiss, your hug, your love into my heart.