I felt the presence of time

she was nice, but consuming.

Sometimes, I slip away

still, her eyes are looming.

She can’t help it,

I won’t stop it

We don’t really know each other

but we’re very close.

Distant relatives, but sort of friends.


My mind races from the damp,

silent, deafening rants

and yet, here she still is looming

forever assuming

that I’ll be stuck in a wind

like my current bind.

time has a stamp

I can never recant.

Not so close, but it’s near.