Time

There was a time...

when mirror was her tunes, her melody, her twin

and they would sing and dance and hum

together

in harmony, unseperated

A time... 

when 'consequences' were just teased

and 'responsibilities' were just mocked

and 'freedom' was more than just tale

Her time...

when she was known for her name

gleefully blushed to gentlemen calling "Cal"

pursuing her

she was wanted. 

ever searching for the traces

traces of her time, the time

nothing. 

Her twin aged. melodies are broken. scattered tunes

hideous figures of the mirror. not her twin. she is gone.

Her heart ached. tortured by expectations

A mere fable titled 'Freedom' shouted by the world.

Freedom is gone.

and she is tired.

Tired.

Mrs. Bone echoed in her ears. Familiarly disturbing.

That is not her. not her name

A lost name for a lost person.

Is that what she is. Lost.

Her time is lost.

She is lost.

"Now is your time"

She whispers.

"Do not get lost"

She whispers.

And he opened his eyes.

awakened by her discomfort

Dazzled and confused.

with all his might he cried

fighting for his time.

his meal. his milk. his mother.

it is now his time.

END