i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

there is always a time.

there is no time.

there is never enough time.

there is an always.

there is an always any time.

there is a never.

there is a never a time.

there is a time,

if you wait long enough it will come.

there is no time,

if you don't hold on it will be gone.

there is an always,

roses are for any occasion.

there is a never,

the stories that i will not tell.

within the crisscrossing frames of what time dictates,

we live and learn, love and let go.

there are moments now, that i think about you still.

memories slightly bitter,

yet flavored in the same way a soup would be flavored,

a savory sense of what-is-good-for-you.

there is no more time for you.

but it is not time yet, for other things either.

a compromise i guess.

it is okay.

these threads,

they'll always be there.