what is time?
is it temporary?
is that all time means?
a way to measure
how long something takes
so valuable, yet
so easily squandered

with you
the river of time,
flowing faster that we think
slows just a bit

each caress, each smile
turns back the tide
stealing seconds and
making them last longer
than i ever thought i'd want

the past 17 eternities pass
in the blink of an eye
compared to the few moments we share
tucked away in the corner
hidden in our own thoughts
safe from the world of worry
of insecurity and shame

hiding from everything but each other