I have loved, been loved and witnessed love

In its purest, most beautitiful form

But this day is unlike any other.

I am alive, but dead.

My most vulnerable heart on display

Dismissed, neglected, untouched.

Perhaps a kiss, a hug, a handshake

To spark a tingling memory of

A newborn’s first glance at its mother,

Touching lips under moonlit skies,

A ride home from the shelter

With a new, furry friend.

I am lost

In crowded streets with vacant souls

This feeling of frustration and longing

Overwhelms my entire being.

Do they not feel it too?

This loneliness, this emptiness

Of an unloved life. . .

I am indefinite progression 

And I rule the world. 

I am completely responsible

For the measurements of  

Your past, your present and your future.

I lack a heart, lungs or breath

But I can have a face.

I am nothing but a composition 

Of seconds, minutes and hours 

And I’m responsible 

For the days, weeks, months, and years

That made these decades and centuries

Come and go.

I’m the gap in between

Daybreak and nightfall 

Inexperience and expertise 

Strangers and friends 

Deception and loyalty 

Heartbreak and healing

Departure and homecoming 

Birth and death. 

I make you antsy and impatient

Especially when I’m being watched

But when you’re occupied and hectic 

I move so quickly 

You fail to see me pass by

And you’re completely bewildered. 

You prepare, plan and dream

And your entire life revolves around me.

So pay attention to me

But please don’t rush me

Because just when you need more of me

I’m gone.