TIME

Time is strange bedfellow,
both hero and villain.

Its texture is dense
but it seems so fleeting.

In fits of sober remembrance
time recomposes festering sores,
wearing down the bones
and pushing at slender fractures

Healing hesitates
mixing grief with unsettled choices
as time collects the moments
to fill memories’ flimsy suitcases.

We keep going back to the stutters
and stabs where we neglected
to live in our truth
we keep trying to negotiate
what was or wasn’t

There is never enough time,
it may seem unlimited but it isn’t
so live for now, not tomorrow
or yesterday…
this moment, right now, is all you have!
..WRITTEN BY DEE EDGETT