I hate the way time took you
the way it takes us
we float slow on this river and grow buddha fat in our complacency

and then the current picks up and rocks and wind and waves spring at us
their gnawing teeth and tearing fingers
and before we realize that we haven’t been breathing
everything changes

shifting like the sands beneath heavy feet
falling away from us
like you fell

Now I look at him and I’m more scared than I can speak
fear isn’t an icy cold finger
it is a beating heart, it is a quickened pulse
and it is knowing i’ll fail him like I failed you

Someday, maybe not today or tomorrow or whole years
but someday
Time will walk casually up to my door
comfortable as a mailman, quick as a salesman
and silent as Death.