Chronos moves in

Time pursues me,

like a lonely friend

or a desperate lover.

I eschew the advances

and shrink back at each approach…

I am reluctant.

Time comes in for a hug,

I step aside and opt for the hand-shake,

but still feel the cool grip

of its embrace.

I am busy avoiding its gaze,

like a party guest, avoiding the drunken advances

of the hosts wife.

Time has parked itself on my couch

and I have no power to evict.

Now I have become aware

that while I am sleeping

Time has been snuggling me

and the wounds of its harsh form of love

are beginning to show.

Time and I are now an item,

and I have no way out.