Time

funny how time travels only forward. like a conveyer who travels only swiftest when he sees your back. in a day we gain so many spots of life. sometimes they can touch us so gently. they place their warm hand on our cold shoulder, and whisper everything that we have ever wanted. you smile. you lean into it. you embrace the tiny journey of now, and know there will be another. you don't want to blink. you don't want to miss anything. it's like a room that you can always retreat to. you get up, and sadly pace about the room. the walls. the floor. the smell. you remember it all. it's a quiet sad. like the time you had the best day ever with your bestest friend in the whole world. but that day they would have to go. so you're happy. you're sad. you take a last look around. reach for the door, and close it shut behind you. lock -- click. and within seconds the fingers that you've placed on your forehead cause you to cry. come back, my good friend. don't go. time. come back.