A Hypocrite Called Time

My greatest teacher

Was a hypocrite called Time

She opened my eyes 

And showed me

That even if there is a life after this one

This one matters more

She taught me

About love

About losing love

About finding it again

And about how "the one"

Doesn't exist in the Hallmark greeting card sense

Typically

"The one" is the person you see

When you close your eyes

As your life is about come to a shuttering, screeching halt

You can't predict who that person will be

And you sure as shit don't always expect it

A hypocrite called Time

Gave me the misguided belief

That we are all nobody

That we don't have a purpose

Which prompted me to remind her that she exists because mankind created her

Out of need, not want, and it doesn't get much lonelier than that