Standing beside a river, the Master said: "Everything passes away like this, day and night, never resting."

Time
Fills up and fills in
pouring into each moment of our lives
seeping into every crack and crevice.
It flows into us
we drift along.

He defined our time
for a time
a life
an instant.

We were simultaneous
Together
I could feel the weight of his head as I held it in my hand
washing him each morning
in his bed
in his room
in my presence.

I could watch his breaths fill his lungs
raise his chest
inhale his life.

Time now fills without him
fills up with the million little details
of life
of work
of moving to and fro.

Fills in around us
leaving no space
for youth
for then
for now.

Time.