{"id":815,"date":"2024-05-18T14:20:37","date_gmt":"2024-05-18T14:20:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/?p=815"},"modified":"2025-08-26T21:28:37","modified_gmt":"2025-08-26T21:28:37","slug":"a-letter-to-my-friend-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bexroden.com\/?p=815","title":{"rendered":"A Letter To My Friend, Time"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Time, you know how much I cherish our friendship,<br>how thankful I am for what you do<br>to keep my life running,<br>and all life on track.<br>But there are some things we must discuss,<br>and I beg you,<br>as a friend,<br>to consider my thoughts:<br><br>It\u2019s wonderful that you\u2019re always present,<br>but sometimes I need a little space,<br>space to stretch and linger without<br>the pressure of your presence looming.<br>Perhaps you could wait in the shadows<br>at the start of each moment,<br>let the present play out before you<br>show yourself;<br>let my breath slow a bit,<br>let me inhale the colors and sounds<br>that surround me before<br>you jump out with your jazz hands<br>and remind me what\u2019s next.<br>I understand you\u2019re excited,<br>and I'm excited too,<br>but I fear there are too many \u201cmusts\" as things stand,<br>too much urgency,<br>and the way I see it is that there\u2019s a lot of you to go around<br>if you could only find it within yourself to be<br>a tad more generous.<br><br>You signpost the chapters of my life<br>and, in earnest,<br>I love what you\u2019ve done with them,<br>how you\u2019ve tied them each with a bow.<br>It\u2019s just that I don\u2019t feel there\u2019s enough in them\u2014<br>to me, they seem thin, measly,<br>and it\u2019s not that they need more content,<br>but that they need more<br>scenes without dialogue,<br>scenes without any plot at all.<br>Could we expand those quiet spaces<br>with the emptiness and fullness<br>of thought,<br>those poetic effusions that often abide<br>with every moment you unfurl?<br>Because as things stand,<br>when the bow goes up, that\u2019s it<br>and we\u2019re on to the next before<br>I have a chance to appreciate the goodbye.<br><br>And what goodbyes!<br>You leave me with gorgeous images <br>of moments gone by,<br>but what I long for,<br>is more of the real thing.<br>I know, of course, that \u201cbackward\u201d<br>doesn\u2019t exist in your directional vocabulary,<br>and so be it.<br>But from here on out<br>could you let these moments\u2014<br>the ones I\u2019m currently living\u2014<br>be<br>just a little longer?<br>Could you let them linger so I can finally<br>step back and measure the beauty of your art<br>before you close the door again<br>and move me onward?<br><br>Perhaps an example would help\u2014<br>Yesterday, do you remember, at the park?<br>The dog trotting off and cresting the hill.<br>I lost sight of him and<br>called for him to return,<br>but then I let it go,<br>so taken was I by the feel of soft grass against my neck,<br>and the silhouette of a man approaching,<br>his gate (I knew belonged to me)<br>haloed by the sun\u2019s glow pouring over the mountains behind him.<br>I called out, \u201cPeter!\u201d<br>and the dog came bounding back over the hill,<br>catching sight of his other best friend,<br>my best friend,<br>and charging with hound-like speed into his embrace.<br>These moments, Time, would you let them be?<br>Would you let me bask in their loveliness<br>for more than your standard allotment?<br><br>They\u2019re beauty, Time,<br>your beauty\u2014<br>but how can I fully<br>appreciate what you do for me<br>when you take<br>away<br>your<br>gifts,<br>just<br>seconds<br>after<br>you<br>give<br>them?<br><br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Time, you know how much I cherish our friendship,how thankful I am for what you doto keep my life running,and all life on track.But there are some things we must discuss,and I beg you,as a friend,to consider my thoughts:It\u2019s wonderful that you\u2019re always present,but sometimes I need a little space,space to stretch and linger 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