It seems like no matter what I do,
There’s never enough time.
There’s never enough time with the people I love.
Never enough time to drive around at 2am with my brother listening to music and talking about life.
Never enough time to sit at the dining room table with my mom and listen to her stories and dreams.
Never enough time to share a cigarette on the front porch with my dad while listening to the frogs and crickets make night music.
There’s never enough time to sit with my sister on her bed and talk about boys and where we’ll be in 5 years.
Never enough time to be in my lovers arms, wrapped up safe and warm.

I look back on who and what I’ve lost, and even if I can see missed opportunities, there still wouldn’t have been enough time.
Every hour, every minute, every second slips by so quickly and easily.
I try my hardest to make the most of every second,
But I still feel a longing in my heart that I know won’t be satisfied.
I’ve come to find that this longing isn’t regret,
But rather an intense love.
Pieces of my heart live in those I love, and the depth of that love makes it nearly impossible to fill with any amount of time spent with that person.
There will never be enough time to satisfy my heart.
But there will always be this deep love that  is given by me and carried around by the people I care about.
I feel this love at the core of my being,
And I’m coming to terms with the fact that there will never be enough time to sit in and share the full breadth and width of it.
But I can still feel it.
I can still hold my lover tight and feel the passion being shared between us.
I can still share conversations that change the course of my life and perspective with my family.
I have more than enough love to share, and I hope I get enough time.

m.h.