Parting

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There's something about partings. 
Time never bears justice.
Stupid time, why can't you fight on our behalf?
Can't you promise a steadfast future? 
Couldn't you fast forward through the heart break? 
Instead, your partings are like watching bread rise - 
slow and lonely.
You're two-faced, time
One side you're a road trip from Seattle to New York
The other a roller coaster at an amusement park.
Find you're center of balance, won't you?
Somewhere between the 12 and 6
or yesterday and next year.
Who do you employ anyway? 
Not me.
I'm through with your games.
You can't fire me, I quit this time. 
This time, parting is on my terms. 
Not yours.
How does it feel? 
You left us with nothing but wrinkles and creases - 
some laughing, but mostly crying.
Stability.
Can't you do that? 
Not here or there, but somewhere in the middle.
Not parting or leaving, but coming together and meeting.




Comments

  1. EMILY STARDecember 20, 2011 at 11:02 PM

    I can't wait to catch up with you! I've really been missing you. Time has been on my mind a lot lately too.

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  2. JanetDecember 23, 2011 at 7:47 PM

    I loved this. I fight with time every day. Why won't it find a balance point. And i loved how you said...This time it is on my terms! Ha, i am in control of time. I like it!
    Already missing you. But oh the incredible time you will have.
    Love you.

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