father’s face

the claws drag across the pristine
too fast, far too fast
leaving

hold it close, don’t let it go
though an expiration lies ahead
grip it with everything, all you have
since most souls forget and don’t
he won’t slow down, but he knows

when something is new, make it last
he only helps a little lengthening is all
but all too soon, it’s flashes by instead
no rewind, but somehow a fast-forward
always going by too fast

you wish the hands would stop the circle
slow it all, slower
going