Time

I looked at a man who has known me even before I was born, but today can’t even remember my name…or even recognize me. I thought the occasion of him remembering me would be rather insignificant. Ironically, it hurts…pretty much.

With all that he’s suffering from right now…I doubt if anyone can still hold any grudges to him, no matter what he has done to the person. Truth is, I may have the reason to do so, but not the strength nor the heart to do it.

He wasn’t bald the last time I saw him. A pair of almost 90 years old legs can’t carry him afar. Someone needs to be by his side everywhere he goes…just in case if he slips and fall for the 107 times. Age is robbing his memory, senses, strength…pretty much owned him already thus far.

I can go on describing…but I do not have the strength nor the words to convey anything anymore.

Wish I can stay longer, but that won’t do him or anyone any good. Of course my presence is the present, but I can’t bear to see more.

Wish I can leave sooner, but who knows if this may be the last time for me to…hold his hands, rub his head, kiss his cheeks…

Time is the greatest robber. Subtly it comes, snatching precious essences from you, with you knowing it but nothing could be done.

Written on 2/12/2007 7.45 PM