Time

Time

By John R. Greenwood

We were teenagers. Time was on our side. Life was in its infancy for us. Hands held then and now always familiar, always automatic. Time keeps ticking adding days together one on top of the other, the stack so high you can see for miles. Children, broken cars and power bills swirl around tossing a sight or sound into the air for us to grab when needed. Coupled as one we’ve always gone north when others swarmed south, never feeling comfortable to mingle amongst a crowd. Support comes and goes when summoned, the words never needing to be spoken. She shows up standing there, knowing—caring—understanding. Imperfect as any life long relationship might be, it’s ours alone. 

I’ve had time to think about it. The answer always comes back to me when a disagreement swells. “What would I be without her?” 

Lost, I’d be lost at sea. Left to my own accord, my decisions always faint from the lack of thought, I would have sunk to the bottom or floated away, sail-less, drifting through life with no wind, nobody to spend my time with. 

Time and love have been by my side.