time

there isn't as
much time as you
think there is.
and yet, we feel,
out of necessity
or instinct that
we are immortal,
that we have as
they say, all the
time in the world.
and in this way,
words don't get
said that should
be spoken,
friendships
aren't warmed
and held as close
as they should be,
that kiss is not
taken, or that touch
on the arm, or hug
is left undone. it's
hard to live as
if each day was
the last day, but
what a better world
it would be if
we all did.