(Holding Onto The) String

This life is passing

far too quickly

for me to be relaxed

while doing so little,

It’s A Wonderful Life

and my time is limited

and my Bedford Falls

is falling apart,

Potter has taken over

and the future is pitch black,

its icy water to fall into

under the bridge’s mouth.

Instead of turning cynical,

passing blame, pointing elsewhere

it’s an act at a time

to turn the blizzard

to slush and cold water.

This life is passing

far too quickly,

I haven’t lived enough yet

but the wick is burning rapidly,

it’s two years since we met

since my hands felt

the warmth of your presence,

two years is a percentage

a quantifiable mass

abstract but solid

and I feel it being yanked

ruthlessly from my chest,

from my head,

left rattling.

This life is passing

far too quickly,

but I can still fix it

I can still live

I can still see

awaken the senses

I can still live

I can still live

please, God(s), let me live forever

to watch my dog asleep on the bed

pooled in the sunlight which creeps between the blinds,

to see the frost accumulate

on wet, growing grass,

to breathe the day in deeply

and hear ‘$0’ again,

and read a thousand books twice over

and hear a billion conversations,

I have a greed

for life, insatiable,

unsatisfied with the rushing sand

in the timer.

This life is passing

by so quickly,

it must be utilised

it must be keenly lived,

even if cancer lurks around the corner,

somewhere in the dark, drool pooling upon its lips,

there is no time to stifle appetites

joy must be pursued

while we’re alive enough to chase it

in its wily, fleeting forms,

escaping just like time

or a lost string of razor wire,

still floating in the blue.