I have been thinking
about forever
Even while
I feel time running out

Some days
I drag my fingers

Through the babbling brook
That makes up my memories
and capture one
for a closer look
It’s a kind of magic
To stop
For just a moment
To read
Your own story

You are
In every story
I write now

Even as
My babbling brook
Cries out to me
I know
Time is nonsensical

I have witnessed
the Earth
orbit the Sun
and return home
in the time
I have known you
Loved you

And yet,
you feel
like my life giving star

The one I orbit
My true north
My only home

As if I had always
Been waiting
For your part
In my story

As if those
I capture
For looking
For seeing
For telling
Always had
In the shadows

My shadow man
Become my Sun

“I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.”
— Simone de Beauvoir (La Vieillesse (Vol. 1))