Fresh Hell

When I was a child

Time and I were friends.

We used to sit together

Enjoying the sunset through the trees

Spending evenings after dark watching fireflies

Just feeling the cool air nip at our fingertips.

But time and I had a falling out.

I stopped communing with her. I started making demands.

I told her what to do, what needed to be done. She was never enough for me.

She fled

As time is wont to do

I chased her too hard

But time cannot be tamed

She must be approached with respect.

When you calm down

She’ll come back and join you.

But only if you give her a place to sit.