We are two

one dimensional

time travellers

and the loneliest thing

is the state of out of sync

Always in the past

at a different pace

Think to the future

living in the past

the moment I type this

the moment’s gone fast

before pen is to paper

finger to key

the moment is lost

etched in eternity

When your hand is warm

in the palm of my own

the moments of past

will be presently known

Two time travelers on

a singular road

are for one past moment

no longer alone

So hold on to my hand

just one moment more

and then in the present

we’ll be as before

which is right now, the past

and our future in store

Three dimensions in one

when two travelers hold on

to one another.


Citation Information

Laurie Grube, “Time Travelers,” An Unexpected Journal 3, no. 2. (Summer 2020), 107-108.

Direct Link: https://anunexpectedjournal.com///time-travelers/


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