Guilt eats at my heart
For things I didn’t do
But had the opportunity too.
An aching in my bones
That I should be trying harder
Working smarter
Planning better
To see you before your time runs out.
I can see it.
An hourglass that hangs in the sky.
The top soaring past the clouds
That should be full of your unending future.
And the bottom filled with a storming sea
That your precious sands are continually lost in.
Lost in a place where I cannot retrieve them.
Let me put a stopper in the glass.
Stop your time from running out
Or let it flow into my hands
So I might put it back again.
Please let me freeze time,
Stop it from falling
So you will always be what I remember.
I don’t want to see you break
See you slowly deteriorate before my eyes
Then all of a sudden I blink and
It seems now you are steps away from death
Not even enough sand to fill a seashell
I wish I could crack open my own hourglass
To shovel some of my time into you
You should live
To see your son’s first baseball team
His first kiss
His first crush
A little girl with pigtails in his kinder garden class.
You should see his prom
And the girl he falls in love with.
I want you to help him plan his proposal
His wedding
Hold your grandkids.
I want all that for you.
I want your sand to run out when
Both your body and mind are tired and heavy
With happy memories.
I want those last grains of sand
To fall to the ocean
With the lightness and freedom
Of a long happy life.
You are only 45
But your months left
Can be counted on one hand.
Your son is only 3
You’ve only been married 6 years.
You were my age when I was born
Always the easiest to talk too.
The first to treat me as an adult.
How can we lose you now?
How can I lose you now?
You ask if I have a boyfriend.
You always thought you would get to ask him
If he was good enough for me.
You want me to be happy.
You don’t want me to be lonely,
Like you felt when I was growing up.
You’ve been married twice.
But it wasn’t until the second
That I saw you so remarkably happy.
Then this happens.
You must feel cursed.
If I could I would put a stopper
In the bottle of your hourglass
And keep you here
With those of us who love you
You are family.
I love you till the end
Of your time and of mine
Those of us who rarely see you
Will miss you most of all.
About the Creator
Audrey Larkin
I'm a young arts professional who is finally sharing some of the poetry and prose I've written while working through grief and self reflection. Sometimes poetry is the easiest form to translate neurodivergent nuances. Why not use it?


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