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I can feel time's grasp
growing
weaker and weaker
as if its hands cannot hold my journey
another moment

I rush through memories
trying to find the one I want to take with me
but there are so many

Desperately
I reach out
and try to grab a hold of the time
yet there is nothing to hold onto
my efforts are as futile as anyone
who feels they have the power
to own
that which is not theirs to claim

I inhale deeply
as if this monumental breath
would stave off the inevitable
whispering
a prayer
begging
and pleading for help
wanting
needing
the strength
to hold on
to make this moment last longer
but the hands of time are weary
and they
eventually let go of me . . . and I
exhale

Remarkable yet again Mig