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On Borrowed Time
“Is this my life?”, I often ask.
“Is this real?”, the love I’ve found.
“Are we joined?”, Spiritually.
Inseparable on so many levels
Identical; in so many ways we are the same
My enemy, Time
The Hour Glass
Her granules cruelly fall
Tap dancing on my soul; almost rhythmically
Innocently torturing
Constantly reminding that
this Connection, this Love – Transient, Trespasser, or Guest?
All the same sadly does not belong in this realm
My soul cries out
“Please make it last; find a way to stay!”
For when the last granule falls
A debt must be paid
Bittersweet it is Loving on borrowed time
About the Creator
Simone Henderson
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