In Time

We once ran about like leaves in the wind, caring as much about where we go as the breeze. Who cared about decisions regarding the future. Our life was youthful and our time squandered. We took advantage of our health, but not of our love.

Till one day that wind was gone and we found ourselves planted in the grass and worrying about what our roots had clenched to. All those windy days had left us exactly that, winded. Physically and mentally sickened. We were regretful of our choices, but not of our love.

Today is where all roads lead. I feel that wind again, but i am unmoved. I am neither healthy nor sick, it is simply my time. I am dying, and I love you still.