Time is endless.

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my ride

with you.

If time was cut short, my one wish would be for a time machine

to go back and see you once more.

Time never stops,

no matter how much we want it to freeze.

Time is precious,

every nanosecond a treasure.

Every moment

in time is etched onto Time’s slate,

Forever written, forever there.

Memory is fleeting.

One minute we could be happily dreaming

of our days together,

the next a blank tablet,

knowing something’s missing and not knowing what.

Time doesn’t stop, he’s a bastard.

Time keeps on speeding down the highway with his radio full-blast,

ignoring the pleading of the people he flies by.

We have to cling, desperately, to every second.

Time is momentary.