Time alone it is that makes us mortal.
The building blocks of Time that construct our future
are also the very same ones
that take our past away, erasing it
like chalk on a blackboard.
Memories are the fading footprints
that Time leaves in the dust
for us to look back on with the gross pain of nostalgia.
Time is the chess-master who will always defeat us
with a fearless checkmate;
our breaths are pawns
on the checkered field of sustenance and decay,
for with each new breath we take
we must part with one as well.
Originally published in Citizen Brooklyn, May 2013.