You Said You'd Call Last Week

Time is not just of the essence,
it is all we have entirely.
You, said you’d call last week,
now a birthday notification pops by.
We fill our days with words that lead to silence,
it's funny how loneliness laughs at the joke of work-life balance.

I get it though,
I know,
time can fly.
But the boys only have this lifetime to cry,
so they should.
Their hands won’t always tremble this way.
What's the use of bravery If not to show that sadness can visit on Tuesdays.

We count our years like they add up to something,
but time doesn’t owe us more.
After all, the air is getting hotter,
and the ice caps long for the cold.
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Time is not just of the essence,
it is entirely all we know.
It is the ground under our feet,
fragile as we walk,
and we waste it,
thinking there’s always another moment waiting.
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Time is not just of the essence, 
it is a wrinkled hands hold.
It's the, "I love you, thought I’d tell you before you go"
The, "said I’m fine", with the attitude before I broke,
the, "I said I’d call you", so I called.