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/
