I wrote this poem in my head on a long car ride
I fade in and out of the shimmer of the simulation
catching the sparkle of the glass above me in my eyes
as the water ripples in waves of mystery
poised to release one drop of rain at a time
like the counting of seconds
sand in an hourglass
it hits my cheek and I know another moment of my life has passed
If I could hang on I would grab the memories of summer evenings
white knuckle them until my hands were bleeding
It would never end.
I would never long for the innocence of my childhood again
but rain keeps falling
my hourglass is not timeless
my life one day will pass
How have I spent it?
What have I traded for whispers of hope?
Somedays the sun is so bright I am elated
others the gray wraps me in a blanket of stillness
and I am amazed at the contrast
At moments of joy and others of sadness
Have you ever cried so deeply at the thought of finality?
The sun pretends to give us that
when she disappears into streaks of pink and royal blue
but hers is just a game
a twist in the story
ours is not the same
and I wonder at the pounding of the rain
if each drop represents every living soul
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