Faithful Companion Poem by Brenda Arroyo

Days seem to come and go, fading into my skin…
Disappearing, yet never really leaving.

Time lingers here, weighing down on my breaths.
And I’ve never wished so much, as I do today,
For it to be nothing more than an old shopping cart or dirty street sign…
Rather than what it is:
A color that doesn’t exist or a temperature that gives no degree…

Day after day,
The sun rises and the sun sets…
Time is time.
And it has soaked up every inch of me as I sit here and count every tic-tocking chime of its inevitable importance…