Time is running.
I wonder if she ever grows tired
of her feet constantly ticking against the track,
her hair slapping her back like a pendulum:
long. dull. ever-flowing in the endless winds that guide her.
Time never leaves me.
She is a faithful companion:
doting and kind and loyal.
Still she is flawed
for she whispers blasphemies in my ear,
reminding me as I forget.
Time is so easily forgotten,
for if she’d only slow down
maybe then we would never have to leave each other.