today.
i'm only one day older than yesterday.
one day more "mature", one day "wiser".
cradling in my arms these 24-hour blocks like a miser.
snatching them up as quickly as they appear before me.
so consumed with this game
that i neglect to see it's all in vain,
as these chunks of time melt through the crack
between my forearm and stomach and drip away
leaving only another yellow memory on my frayed and hole-y t-shirt.

yet today.
today i look up.
and take notice of the ones standing by me.
i take notice of you.
my partners in time.
i let my grip loosen and release the things i couldn't yesterday.
so with both hands i dance with you and cry with you and sing with you.
my partners in time.
today i celebrate you.