Poem: February 5th

time slices past us;
ticking as it mocks.
leaving us bleeding
as each second tocks.

yet still we believe;

we finite bubbles;
fragile flesh and bone,
think we are greater
than the space we hold.

as we slowly fade;

striving against odds,
that flatten mountains,
destroy dinosaurs;
erase memory.

time is relentless;

yet there is nothing
i regret about
wasting hours with you;
you lend me meaning.

and that is enough.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

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