When time does ask 

Some reflection,

A reminder of just why

We bask in memory

Beyond our control.

It’s when a moment

Speaks to a feeling,

An emotional rescue

Waiting to happen.

Can life be measured

By those silent occasions,

A sort of time travel,

A solitude with anxiety.

I wonder if she might

Hear me rather than just

See me in my vulnerable

Self, wishing to be heard.

I wonder if she might

Know my quiet agony.