Measure Time

I hate goodbyes Yet they are the only measurement Of my eternal life For the seasons blur together Only punctuated by farewells Many goodbyes ago I did not measure time in this way I did not see a blur behind me But a path ahead of me That was before the darkness Sun dances on my skin Scatters through the leaves Paints flower petals Then a cloud covered the sun Cool hands grasped me I lost the air with which to scream He was not who I saw my life with Time is capricious character For now I can’t see a life without him Time… It has changed me Once a maiden of flowers Now a matriarch of death I have lived many lives Played many roles And yet it would seem live Is a strong word To be alive one must be born This I have done twice One side of me birthed from my mother One side of me reborn From the heart of a pomegranate To live one must at some point die Without dark light is not light Without warmth there is no cold There must be the opposition To create identity Without winter there is no summer The change of the two a constant in my life Unlike time that is counted by its running out I live a life measured by transition

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