I’m losing memories — both yesterday’s and tomorrow’s.

Poetry: Time Plods Along

A Poem About Loss And Friendship, About Change And Sameness

Time

plods along, unheeding of the

moments that shatter our

lives. They’re just moments to

Time stands

as the great divider, separating

us from the days when we laughed

and talked. Our first hellos

as unreachable as the

tomorrows it seems I’ll

never reach. Even so,

Time stands still

when it hurts so much, a

knife slicing the soul and I’m

losing memories — both yesterday’s

and tomorrow’s. They pour out

and my soul slowly bleeds to death.

I beg, on my knees in misery,

for the silence to end and still

Time stands still

holding hands with the pain. They

make a lovely couple, if you’re into

sadomasochism. They mock me,

as I plead for the moments to pass

until you’ll speak to me again. The

moment belongs to them, and they

stretch it to eternity, because

Time heals

nothing

Scott Hughey seems to write about loss a lot. Maybe he needs a hug. That, or you could just read some more of his poetry. He’d like that.