Time used to feel like an illusion.
It’s not that way anymore.
It hasn’t felt like that for a year now.
It’s a hard-to-face reality.
A slap across the face, that hurts, that burns.
An open wound that doesn’t heal.
Scar tissue that extends through my skin.
Night sweats that don’t let me rest.
Vivid memories of a previous life.
A face that I’ll never see again.
An embrace that I’ll never feel again.
A kiss that I’ll never get again.
A love, a kind-of-love that only a mother can share.
And a pain, so deep, so intertwined with my soul, that will never leave my bed.
Time used to feel like an illusion.
Today is just a constant tic toc of a reality that I want to stop.
Jersey Amarillo 