The Ache Of My Bones

Time moved so slowly then

used to take forever, 

an eternity

from birthday to birthday,

Christmas to Christmas.

My bones filled with longing

for it to speed up a bit

and ready itself 

for the long summers of memory

when it quickened 

quick, quick, quicker.

I felt it in my bones

as time and me 

sped seasonally

and painlessly

towards a autumnal slowdown

readying for a long slow winter.

And now in my slow time,

it’s quickening again 

quick, quick, quicker

I can feel it in my bones

in the ache of my bones 

which tells me to go

slow, slow, slower

this time

everything has slowed

except time.

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