Life goes on
second by second,
hoarding its days and years.
Of all its riches
we can consume
only one meal at a time.
So I’ll eat one apple
from the hoard of a tree,
and let the worms and caterpillars
have the rest.
If your face can be counted
there is only you.
A breath I breathe.
One life
that keeps me alive,
timepiece of my heart.
You have
no parallel world.
No sky separate from your own.
In all time
you are a link
forged to forever.
Where you sleep,
I will sleep.