Time / by Grace Philips

Time walks past me on the street
At a constant rate

We wave and say pleasantries
Sometimes

Sometimes I look the other way
Pretending I didn’t see them

Time never touches me
For my skin is drawn to the Earth

As Gravity is always touching me
It longs so to hold me forever

In Gravity’s presence, outloud
I curse them while Time passes
They look the other way
Pretending they didn’t see

But when my heart is bleeding
And Time passes me on the street
It always slows down
And passes me a stitch

I take long walks, bleeding out
And Time passes me often
Gifting me, one by one
The stitches to mend my heart