You’re never enough with the ones I love.

You’re fleeting but so incredibly still sometimes.

You freeze when I feel stagnant.

You move far too quick when I want you to stop.

You’re a watch clock of all things I choose to occupy my space with.

You tick louder when I start counting the seconds.

You go slow when I need to take a moment to realize that you wait for no one.

Oh, all the ways you remind me that you are borrowed, not guaranteed, and to spend you wisely.