I have seen days that have
melted
right in my hands, scarring me
as though the were acids,
freaking acids of time
crawling under my skin,
craving for my soul
I have seen time wedge itself
across the tightest places,
a bond of people who loved each other
acids of separation,
excuses that did not make sense
and when love is gone
you discard pride and rudeness
and replace it with some undying love
I am not bitter with time
I am bitter that it doesn't wait for me
I want it to stop for a while
I want it still, yet keep me breathing
because I want to resume living sometime
later
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