Looking for steel bars to protect my heart from this thief called time.
He appeared in broad daylight. He wore no mask and carried no weapon. I knew he was there. I let him in. We came to know each other well. Drawing out the ticks of the clock he conspicuously lurked in the corners of my home, my heart. In the early days he had me believe that the long slow moments would last forever. There was time, plenty of time. No sooner than I had eased into the warp of speed I awoke to suddenly find that this familiar thief had stolen my baby. Gone were the slow lazy days of togetherness. That thief took him right from under my nose. In my house. In my heart. How dare he.