Oh time

My familiar friend

How did you know it would be the last time
I played in the streets with my childhood friends?

That I'd never see their faces again
Or taste the sweetness of the fruits we shared together one more time

Why did you not tell me it was the end?

You, too, were there
Weren't you?

I would have stayed a bit longer
Smiled a bit wider
Laughed a bit louder
Loved a bit harder

Must all the beautiful moments of my life pass through me so quickly?

They hold the keys to my respite

How will I ever find home
When my memories of them become quicksand
Through my fingers?

I worry all this sand will swallow me whole
Before I have had time
To trace the lines of their faces into my bones

What do I do then?