I think time is a great idea to examine, it can be measured and viewed in so many ways. I quickly threw something together to try to show one way I often understand time, by recounting memories. In this case, a relationship.
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Time is the lone pair of hands that can’t be held between
our palms.

A postcard on a dusty shelf written by a familiar touch.
Shared mix tapes, photo booths, flowers, and such.
Our first kiss in abandoned grocery store parking lots.
Each bill paid in sub shops, theaters, and halls.
Our fingers wrapped together in crowded shopping malls.
Late phone calls from our separate beds idle in sheets.
That uncomfortable talk beneath gray skies in City Park.
Those final words spoken that broke each heart.
Former lovers lost in calendars
With thoughts of bouquets caught,
blooming in my mind.

Time is every thought of you, every gesture,
breathe, and beat of my heart.

Time is the lone pair of hands that stay with me.