Time
Give me
a bit of your time,
I said.
There's no
such thing
as time,
she said,
only calendar pages.
You can't
have it
or hold it.
Ha, ha,
I said.
Then how come
I'm running
out of time?
You're wrong,
she said.
You're just running.
Pretending
that the time
is running with you.
And when
you slow down
you feel,
it's passing you by.
Either stop running
Or don't stop at all.
Give me back
my calendar pages, I said.