why was i angry
when you didn’t care
to hold on to the bygone days?
you didn’t bother to keep yesterday in your grasp.
i thought that it was only reasonable
to want to win the battle over time
and suck every last drop of goodness
from the days we held in our hands,
to try to grab on to what passed us by
when it wasn’t looking,
stopping the days from going on their way.
i clutch at every memory.
i think i envied you–
envied how you were moving forward
without offering the past even a glance,
while i remained stuck,
constantly gazing behind,
watching the clouds drift by.
let’s just stop and look a little.
i wondered how far you were going
that you couldn’t even pause
and look around
and hold these moments,
just for a little while.
when i reminisce i see reminiscing.
maybe i was wrong.
maybe i won’t have anything to look back on–
only memories of searching the past,
staring at the sun set.
maybe i’m too sentimental.
i've trapped every season into an album,
every week into a journal,
every day into a locket.
go on–
while i become a pillar of salt
and you become an arctic tern.
spread your wings in the endless sky until i am but a dot in the abyss.
– Genesis 19:15-26
– The arctic tern has the longest migration distance of any animal: 90,000 kilometers each year.