Present Day

A poem

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Subtracting hours from the days
that you hold on your shoulders —
wide like wings, your back
carries the minutes
through the clouds,
and your arms hold the precious seconds
up for me to see —
I then count all the ways in which
time expands in your presence
to make the loss
not seem so great
The moments are ours to hold,
and you grab them
out of the sky
as they fly
then pass them to me
But I can’t bear the gift
in equal measure…