tuesday...

you are always altering with time. 

and so it is with me, 

too.

but there isn’t room for 

two.

not in this way, 

not in this time. 

you are always altering with time, 

before I can keep up, 

before I can sense and feel and know 

who you are. 

I used to love this about you, 

until I didn’t. 

until your shape shifting left me shapeless. 

you are always altering with time,

a beautiful gift, just not mine.

I like my time stamped and sealed, 

preserved, and remembered in its entirety. 

I do not alter with time.