I have lived a million years or maybe just a day.
My body was once the air the plants breathed
The soil that nurtured the hungry.
Flowers we stand in the winds of time
Bending to its will, forever in its grasp until the day it lets us go.

Is time the great freedom of possibility?
The exhale before you jump
The momentary loss of control
When your light escapes
Like the crinkle of the eye when a laugh breaks through,
Warmth from infinite love
A gentle touch that gives instead of takes.

Or is it growth, change you can not stop
The heart before the break, the me after the you
Like the fire that erupts from a spark
When goodbyes were only for a few minutes
From sticks and stones can break your bones
To when rhetoric becomes your most lethal weapon.

Maybe it is but a loan that we must eventually repay
Assigning numbers to the intangible
As if this could stop the inevitable.
A currency which we always lose and waste
Trickling through the fingers of outstretched hands
Barely kissing the skin,  
Leaving behind only the memory of its cold touch.