Though objectively reliable,
time seems to have become elastic
and moves so strangely.
In so many ways,
life has remained the same
over the past weeks,
and in other ways
it has changed beyond recognition.
If you were to ask me
what I had done with that time;
where it had gone,
I would be unlikely to know.
As we approach your 18th birthday,
life moves on and your friends grow older,
yet I will never be able to see you
as anything other than forever 17.
Today, you should have taken your driving test.
Next month, you’ll miss your birthday
and your final exams.
I just hope you’re now somewhere way cooler.
We will be OK.
Life is difficult,
but we are trying.
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PoetryAnatomy of a loss: Time
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hello lovely Elle this is so painful to read I’m holding you in my thoughts ❤️