Making Light of Things

I've Got Time

You asked me the time very many years ago. I went home smiling: “you asked me the time”. I might have misinterpreted it - “you, me, for all time”. I was twelve and my heart heard things my ears didn’t. That same night you gave me a piece of candy as well. I still have it somewhere in a shoebox where I’ve kept all these things all these years. I’m not about to commit suicide by eating it anytime soon, but I look at it and it brings a smile to my face. Those were the small things that kept me going.