Won't Stop

 

Time won’t stop running.

My bed remains unmade,

the freckles around my eyes still move when I talk.

My heart still aches during love songs,

And my eyes slide shut with the sound of rain.

I still sleep with that blanket

I got when I was three.

I still cry on my father’s lap, pressed tightly against the comfort of old movie quotes and memories.

And when I’m happy, when my feet and hands can’t stay still,

I shake and dance around my room,

Till my breath gets haggard and my smile feels natural.

Yet time is running, faster every year

Leaving me breathless, a whirlwind I can never feel

Changing me in the things that matter

But I can never see.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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