She told me to just write whatever came to mind

This was not supposed to be their lives

When they dreamed of the things to come

When they were told what they could be

What they were meant to be

There was never any barrier telling them no or impossible

And time, for all the things it can do, is the great destroyer of all those things

Because time installs those border, those limitations

Time is the countdown to last chances and faded hopes

Time kills innocence

Time is emotionless

It will proceed on despite their plans

Despite their struggles

The record of time an effort to eliminate the constraints of mortality

There’s no escape from time

But there is freedom in endings

And a power to beginnings

The sweetness to that first kiss

And a tear for the final goodbye

There is no order and no certainties

Only this

When they stop counting nobody will remember or care how they lived

They do what they must because time tramples memory

The presence of time makes her existence the reason to ignore each and every tick tock