You,
time,
are the picture
of immortality.
As endless as the heat
of a Chicago summer night,
You
are never moving,
always stopping.
Faster
than a speeding bullet,
slower
than a dying heartbeat,
you
are the bright blood
bounding onwards
to sustain
our sluggish spirits.
As detached
as the indifference
of a cold ex-friend,
you constantly run out on us,
making us late
for school,
early
for summer.
Keeping the beat
with our blistered feet,
you signal
the end
of our favorite songs,
the start
of the mending
of broken hearts.
Turning the fancies of spring
Into the seedlings of love,
You wreck havoc
On emotion-wrought humans.
You are that
which we use so preciously,
waste so easily.
You are a strong force,
Defying the laws
Of gravity,
and you will always endure.