At first time had no meaning. You were not here.
You were there. I wasn’t.
Each day was made of endless minutes without you.
Each night a solitude when I listened for your step, your voice.
Then time began to quicken. There were weeks, then months, then years.
And yet you have not aged in my mind’s eye.
You still have that stare, with those “old eyes” that know more than they should.
You still have that unexpected laugh, which lights up my world with a joy.
Time has passed. Your friends have married. They have children.
I weep for what could have been, but is not.
I weep for words not spoken,
For possibilities without fruit.
And then, time brings a peace. A smile.
Time will soon mean nothing.
You and I will have more than time.
We will have … forever.