Tin Coffee Cans

Time.

It’s something humans are always concerned with.

It ticks and tocks away and days fly by like miles in a race car.

At least for normal people.

Time isn’t something I’ve spent much time wishing for more of.

That isn’t to say I haven’t had my share of joyful moments.

I have.

But before you there were more moments less joyful than I’d like to recall.

Today, Time is something I wish I had more of.

More time to kiss you goodbye before I go to work.

More time to lay in bed, just ten more minutes worth of I love you’s.

More time to stare at your brown eyes and beautiful mouth.

I want to hold time in my hands and make it stop.

Because really what is time? But the illusion that we are running out of it.

When I go to make my coffee I don’t notice the can is..slowly..getting..empty..

Not until I hear the scoop scrape lazily against the tin shiny bottom.

And it’s always that morning I needed the coffee the most.

Except there is never a day that I don’t need more time for your love.

So I guess, I’ll relish in the moments buzzing past me like bees to flowers.

In hopes that someday the universe will grant my wish for,

Just a little more time.