There are some things that we just give up on.
Hearts shift with the passage of time—
Like a kite caught in the breeze
We fly and reach up for higher sunshine
But we fall when our wind runs out.

I sat down with my paper and couldn’t
Even touch it. I saw blank space
Before me – and blank space
It remained. Time took my hand
And didn’t let go, pulling me
Out of my chair and away
From my desk – the words tried
To catch up with my speed, but I
Was already gone.

I sat down again – wordless,
But determined. The paper stretched
Out before me, still white and
Utterly unmarked. I reached for a
Pen, a pencil, anything—
And then I felt the cold hand of time,
Its pull insistent, its presence
Eternal. It took my hand
And whispered promises of
Idle happiness that I
Knew would take me far

Far away
From the writing.

The words didn’t even try to keep up
As my kite plummeted and
My heart changed.

The paper stretched out white and silent on my desk.