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Borrowed Time
I never really noticed when it started,
Only that time felt… different somehow;
Like it was something I could carry,
Like a copper coin warming in my pocket.
At first, it was harmless, almost playful:
Redoing a Geometry test I disliked,
Rewinding a wrong turn on a rain-soaked hike,
Letting a moment slip clean through my hands.
And it felt easy, too easy, honestly,
As if consequences did not really exist,
As if time itself would wait by the door,
Like my black dog, tail thudding when I returned.
But time is never patient, it never has been.
It won’t stay, no matter how you hold it,
And every time I tried to fix something,
Something else quietly fell out of place.
There were things I didn’t respond to,
Things I pretended not to understand,
Moments I thought I could come back to,
And silences settling heavier in my chest.
Now there’s nothing left to hold onto,
Just a world that almost looks the same,
Except for what isn’t there anymore,
And the chances I’ve lost for good.
