Timeless

In the end, when the clocks

are stopped and the last

bell ringer ceases to be,

all we will have to mark the

time is the stories we tell.

Stories of that time he did

that hilarious thing, or that time

she said that marvelous thing,

or that time he gave so much

of himself. Of herself.

We’ll sit back and collectively

remember all those times; we’ll

smile, wipe away a tear, maybe laugh,

maybe wonder where the time went and

why it had to go.

We are the stories of time,

etched into the watch faces we

wear around our hearts, that keep

the time beating for others to

set their watches to.

 So when it’s done, when time runs

out, the buzzer tolls, the last tick, the final

chance to have that moment comes;

We will still have the times. And no time

can ever take that time away.