Time by unknown
I’ve wasted it, and rushed it,
but I always lose track of it when I’m with you.
I have squandered it and killed it,
but never have enough of it with you.
I want more but know patience is a virtue,
and you should always be careful what you wish for.
I hope that you always yearn for more, as I do,
and we make it count together.
Tick-tock.
In relevance and reverence to time,
waiting is not such a hard thing to do when
what you are waiting on is all you’ve ever wanted.
I’ve held on to this poem from the Memphis Missed Connections for years, and I always had the sneaking suspicion that it was unaccredited song lyrics. But, Google isn’t giving me any leads as to who these lines might belong to, so I’ll consider it an original.
