The clock counts down,
tick tock,
tick tock,
tick tock.

A Countdown to eternity.
The Days it ticks away,
we are all subject to the tides of time.

We cannot turn back the clock,
simply roll with the punches,
day after time, year after year.

Time after Time.

Today I feel is special,
the one day when clock slows,
a special meaning to today,
a mix of yesterday and forever.

It feels like forever since I really got to spend time with you,
though it was really only a few days ago.
It feels like yesterday that I first got to know you and held your soft hands,
though it was four months ago.

I remember the small things right now,
often I do so,
though sometimes they don't seem so small.

Like the time you brought a stack of scrap paper to school one day to recycle.
The way you occasionally squint, though it may be just a reaction like habit to you.
The way your whole body sometimes seems to light up when you talk.
Your special sense of style.
Your interesting sense of humor.

My love,
we may not be permanent,
the way we feel for one another,
but I would like to, just maybe,
spend what time we have together with you,
making each swing of the pendulum worthwhile.
Let time pass by as it must,
so long as it's with you.

------- Author's Notes -------

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