Time by Lynette Esposito

If time
were my lover,
I would never be alone.
She said let’s just be friends.

and so
as things go,

I grew old and time stayed young.
When the end came near,
she parted ways with me.
I no longer needed a friend like her
and she no longer needed me.

Still, as I close my eyes
to dream or not,
her days with me went well.

Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.

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