You’ve Aged Fifteen Minutes

Three hours slipped by…

You aged only fifteen minutes.

The smile that became you

Sat etched on your face.

There’s memory now

Where once was before me

That time is my essence

My present can’t erase.

 

Speaking of art

And of grand designs

Speaking non-linerally

Both of one kind;

Two stories sharing

More than a meal

That fifteen minutes of aging

Was the most real.

 

The thunder did startle

And the rain came pouring down

The softness that followed

Enveloped the crowd

So we went on with passions

Of the intellect and the heart

Fifteen minutes, it felt like

But the hours did fly

Engrossed and enthralling

Seeing eye to eye…

 

You said I looked young

I said you did as well

We smiled at the knowledge

That our beings did not betray

The truth of the passing

Of our many birthdays.

Fifteen minutes, you swore

It felt that way for me too

Fifteen minutes of aging

I spent them with you.

 

Three hours slipped by…

You aged only fifteen minutes.

The smile that became you

Sits etched in my heart.