By Olivia Giovannini
All you have is time.
Constantly there, haunting
The clocks tick, moving in one direction indefinitely.
Seeming like it will last forever
You start to get used to it.
The fragile air that surrounds,
Watching us as we grow
In love with the uncertainty that follows you.
There will always be tomorrow, they say,
Will there be?
The mesmerizing sun shining every day,
Readying the moon that passes us on our way to sleep
Exhaling and inhaling,
Blood circulating the intricate maze designed by our insides,
The delicate tissue of our beings
Starting to decompose the thin lining of our skin.
All you have is time.
Take it
The hourglass runs out.
It’s too late now.
Taken for granted
Wished to be sped up
There’s nothing left but the clock,
Ticking as time goes on without you.
Olivia Giovannini is a freshman and nursing major at Pennsylvania State University. She has three pugs: Lulu, Gigi, and Mika. Olivia has written nonfiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry before, but poetry has always been her favorite! She likes to hang out with her friends, family, and boyfriend while at home in Kennett Square, PA.