My time is more...

And the time is always running...
never along your side,
in the different direction in a full stride.
Sprinting...
You gasp for air...
you choke,
you fight.
However, it is the battle that cannot be won.
Time truly never seems to be on your side.
It always asks too much,
and takes more than you have to give.
Asks you to leave,
and forces you to go.
It breaks you heart every time.
Time is supposed to be ticks on the clock,
The passing of the sun,
East to west.
The crossing off of days
and changing of years.
My time is more.
It is the smiles shared,
and the laughter which has arisen.
It is the shedding of tears,
and the letting go of sighful relief.
The leaps and bounds made.
The whispered "I love yous"
and the screamed fury.
Loud music
and lonely drives through back roads...
My time is more...
and although it is always running,
and although it hurts,
burns, tears and kills...
it might break, cut, stab and injure...
it is just what it needs to be.
Precious,
unrepeatable and irreplaceable
My time is more.