It marched right into her life
without warning. Ticking over
like the months and days before.
Time — as elusive as the years
given to contain it, control it,
make sense of it. Counting up
and counting down, the minutes
and the hours; those which
shouldnt be numbered or named.

“Just live every feeling”, she said.

Every breath, every heartbeat.
Every kiss, every smile.
Every blink of an eye
meaning yes!, we’re alive.