Linger

Dear gravity that pulls down the hour's grain of sand,

Will you promise to hold me when things get out of hand?

Dear minute-hand that slices away the night,

Don't you know I'm trying to stop you with all my might?

To weathered hinges and crooked floors,

that witnessed all the steps and the

opening of doors

&

To mother and father whose hair now more salt than pepper,

that I will always look up to even when I'm taller.

Do you know that,

The light we see are the ones that have finished it's journey, or that

The air we breathe are the same air that outlived our ancestors?

And just like that,

Like the atoms of my blood and flesh-

I am now

the past.