Every Time

As the days pass and time is moved by numbers, hand chosen moments can’t erase you. Every time the day, marked with the uncertainty of the last day approaches, every moment remains preserved in the sun that warms my face. And I wonder if you feel it too. Other times, it is the moon, and I wonder if you are staring back at me. Every time, I think of you.

Every time the minutes turn to seconds, the memories sift through my heart’s hourglass. Sands of time? No, not you. You are the dust of marbles, not mere powders affected by humidity and shifts of the waves of time. You, my love, are not a clock I can stop or a watch I can remove. You are like a pocket watch on a chain, linked with beats of my heart. You are every particle that not even the tears from my eyes can displace.

No, when you sift through my mind, I still love you as timeless as my hourglass, and I smile; reliving the moments of yesterday. Not the power of the ocean, nor the winding minutes that pass can take away the love that waits for you. Time is fleeting, but there are some moments that stand still in time. And those moments are sealed in the promise of always, and in – every – time.

Published by touring from the park bench

A blogger, columnist, educator, researcher, and writer; Brenda is the founder of "Touring from the Park Bench"; formerly the column and now the blog. Her writing themes include Behavioral Sciences, Christianity, Criminal Justice, Education, Fitness, Healthcare and Informatics, Lifestyle, Psychology, and Sociology. Though varied in her traits, Brenda has considered the distinctions of others as a contribution, an honor, and a privilege to behold. She acknowledges her acceptance through collaboration and communication with professionals in other disciplines, forming meaningful partnerships through the culmination of challenging projects. She feels it is through interaction that awareness, integration, and success in finding solutions we construct to mutual problems. She has professed in words life lessons such as learning the day is scarier than the night, for you will see the harm that befalls you, and betrayal is painful. She's learned unconditional love is never stronger than seen in the very young and in the very old. She's learned no matter what emotion a person is experiencing, a cuddly puppy can make you re-evaluate so much. She's learned the only certainty in life is death- so, be ready. She's learned the most experienced emotions are forgiveness, grief and hope, and that patience is the most taught virtue. She often finds joy in the fleeting moments people don’t take advantage of, like when caught in a rainstorm, when snowflakes fall, the permanence of unconditional love and the realism of death. AUTHOR'S WORDS~ "Have you ever watched over a cocoon, as it changes into a butterfly, or a rosebud as it blooms? It is almost like watching your children grow, all too quickly. They aren’t children anymore, and neither are you. Live life while you can, for you do not get a second chance.”

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