Time Is My Enemy

Time is my enemy.
I met Time
On my way to You…
Before, I never thought
That Time was my enemy.

I never knew what
Before meant until
I met You-- truly,
Time is my enemy.

Now, I never want
To meet After.
I never want to meet
After ever… Yes,
Time must be my enemy.

I have You Now.
And Now never
Seems to change.
But Time is always at work,
Working against me
As sure as it is my enemy.

Time steals while I think,
“Are we killing Time?”
Now slips away--
A paranoid entropy
To Before and After.
Time is my enemy.

What can I do?
May I carry You
Close to me, when
Time leaves me
Without Before and After,
Or, if I would kill Time…
Time is my enemy.

Killing Time…
Would then I’ll have
You without Time?
Would then I’ll have You
With me always?
Time would be my memory.

You are beyond Time.
Even Time could never
Be your enemy.
In Time it is this
I’ll understand Dear Heart,
As I know I am with You Now.
~Dr.M