'Monumental', by Aoise Keogan-Nooshabadi
Monumental,
We sat there.
Time,
Watching it pass,
Watching you pass.
We tried to catch it,
As it longingly lurked
under our feet.
But it wouldn’t stop, hold, pause.
Now, one can only hope.
But Time
Promised to come to me.
Only then
I can promise to hold you,
Once again.
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