Time Won't Stop for Us

poetry EMMA MARGRAF

It waits silently behind the mirror, A reflection of our sanctuary. Give me a piece of the light, to hold when the day starts over, Then the darkness won’t take me so soon.

Write me a poem, fresh from your mind

Make it the elegy of our journey away from the world.

Our path which was only just beginning. Time won’t stop for us. It is a rapidly moving train

Heading for a field keep secret from our counterparts

A place, a space overrun with wildflowers

And when the wind brushes over them, over you, I can hear whispers of how you made me feel They sing to me, lyrics dripping with an unrecognizable sweetness

Words that mean nothing, that mean everything. Time won’t stop for us. We are insignificant stars

Measured only by our own truth. We may try to slow the sun's revolutions, To banish the shadows from our minds, But our power is limited by our belief that we will always get a second chance, And if the world does cease to turn, So will our system, So will our brilliance, So will our lives.

Time won’t stop for us. It is a variable of our own creation, But like all images from our mind, They are adopted to fit the common perception Everyone is lying. But when you taught me to listen I could finally discern ignorance from reality. A skill I never knew was so valuable, So key to blocking out the noise.

Time won’t stop for us, But it will leave us gifts. Memories.

To be spun into endless stories,

To be poked and prodded and embodied

To be held tightly to our chests, as to never be pried away by unfit hands

To be cherished like masterpieces.

To be sung as magnificent ballads, Ones that haunt my dreams. Time couldn’t stop for us. Even if it wanted to. Even if I wanted it to.