12/1/10

The Slow Time Mover
By Kortnee Tilson


So it seems, time is not my friend
I move hindered and slower than you can conceive
With every breath
I feel each particle drift into my lungs
When my blood courses
It walks gradually round my veins
Every beat of the heart
Is an echo on and on
And each time I blink
Is a full year of darkness

The worst is this
You have lived and loved
Been broken and healed
Cried and feared
Made milestones and memories
You've died and turned to dust
All while I was sleeping

I am only thankful
That I had glimpsed you for one moment before
And loved you madly and deeply for that second
Because it was a lifetime


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I'm a high school senior who has been writing for Daily Love for a little while now. Some of my other works can be found on the site. The Slow Time Mover is a story that is told like a poem.