Is time against us?

Is time against us, or for us, my love?
does it wound us or mend us whole?
Does it take away our moments?
Making us opponents in game we never chose.

Is distance a helper, giving space to grow,
where new paths might emerge and bright horizons might show?
Or is it a road that leads to a wall,
and I will be standing there with no one to call?

And what of the memories, that echo so clear?
Do they bind us together or do they bring you fear?

Is everything that is now lost in the past,
bringing us together or keeping us apart?

by Christina