The Calendar and the Clock by ebturner, literature
Literature
The Calendar and the Clock
I keep wanting to return to before that date.
That date and that time
that sticks in my mind.
Before that moment
my father still lived.
But time keeps pushing me forward.
Ever further from that event into the future,
away from my father's last breath.
Distancing me from my father's
voice
touch
looks
smell
gaze.
The calendar and the clock are my
enemies and my friends
I advance into the future both
away from him and yet also...
closer to him.
One day the clock and the calendar
will be my friend and take me
back to my father.
But until that day,
they are my enemies.