Time

Breathe easy, young one,

Nothing in this life truly matters.

We are all just delicate flowers caught in a tidal of the universe,

Forced to combat existence until we can no longer.

All we truly have is time.

A clock ticking, tiny heartbeats resounding, every breath we take.

And when we are gone, what will remain of us?

Memories? All the things we have done? The echo of these tiny heartbeats within another?

But what of the universe,

What happens when it is no longer?

Do our memories remain as a handprint in time,

Or do they disappear as words dissipate to air?

Take my days, my love,

I have nothing greater to give.